First Class Mourning Section. A man says that Pickle appears to have suffered a massive myocardial infarction -- a heart attack brought on by over-exertion. Emmett says he's lucky to have a heart specialist on board. The doctor says he's an economics doctor, actually. Wackiness as they cover Pickle's head. Not one second of dignity for the best character of this season. "What a way to go," he says. He leaves. The steward asks Emmett if there's anything he needs. Emmett asks for a drink. The steward hands him a tiny bottle. Emmett asks if he can stay up there with Pickle's body. The steward tells Emmett to make himself comfortable and if he needs anything to let him know. "I'll...fetch it for you," he says, and leaves. Emmett sits next to Pickle's body and brags that being a celebrity has some perks. Emmett's holding Pickle's glasses, which is the saddest thing. He pets Pickle and says, "So, here we are, honey. Flying around somewhere between Heaven and Earth. Lost in the stars."
Jail. Ted can't believe that there aren't hot prison guys staying in his cell. Ugly homeless guy shouts that he's not too pleased to see Ted, either. Brian wonders who he has to blow to get a triple nonfat latte. Cute Cop enters so Brian can joke, "If you say so." Detective Harcrap enters and tells the boys that they're free to go. Ted runs out of there, thanking the detective. Brian tells him that his housekeeping staff deserves a thrashing. Carl asks Mikey for a word. He says that if Michael's got a problem, he should talk to Carl instead of taking it out on another cop. "You're a homophobic bigot and I want you to stay away from my mother," Michael answers. Carl says he doesn't hate gays; he just doesn't understand them, and so they're like the same person somehow. Huh? He says he really likes Debbie: "Big heart, big personality, big mouth. Call me crazy, but I like that. And she sure as hell loves you." He tells Michael to pay his speeding ticket. There's no record of the night in jail for anybody. Michael's happy the cop let everyone off and leaves with just a quiet "thanks." Okay, everybody's happy now.
Diner. Michael asks Debbie if he can order and apologize. Debbie ignores the apology that's been folded into an order for bacon and eggs. Ben orders Wheaties. Debbie says she's not going to pay attention to an order for "sorry." She's not serving a plate of forgiveness just like that. Ben tries to leave, but Michael won't let him. Michael tells Debbie that he had no right to judge Detective Whorevat, and he had no right saying what he said. Debbie should be able to date whoever she wants. Debbie agrees. Michael says he's then entitled to the same rights. Everyone looks at each other uncomfortably until Debbie tells Ben his cereal is coming right up. Ben thanks her. Oh, that's it! Ben looks just like an old high-school boyfriend of mine if he grew up and got buff! It's the same facial mannerisms and pinched talking with thin lips. I knew there was something about Ben that made me feel nostalgic. Anyway, I guess that problem's all over, so cool. Moving on.