Mandy brings home eggs to cook her father his first breakfast -- "Stop being such a prick, I'll even make you sausage" -- and he heads through Mickey's bedroom to piss, the two boys staring up from under the sheets through a few minutes of suspense and urination before the dad stops, turns around to tell them breakfast is coming, double-takes, and then keeps walking: "Put some clothes on, you two look like a couple of fags." Excellent scene. Nothing's funnier than an averted apocalypse, that's like most comedy right there.

The droogs come to Kev's, and he does a much better job of lying to them about how Frank killed himself last night, so they head over to the house for an over-the-top wake, everybody screaming and hairshirting and being hilarious, and then a bunch of complicated Gallagher machinery to convince them it's real, and they think about cutting off Frank's toes or fingers for proof, think about selling Debbie into the sex trade if she were prettier, and get them back to the bar for the funeral proper, which is itself concentrated on a coffin full of rank beef from the truck haul, and everybody drinking and everybody yelling and the ultimate disappearance of the droogs. And then Frank, drunkenly breaking the Alibi's TV again and replacing it this time with a credit card in Liam's name.

It's all very busy and very funny, but the episode isn't really about Frank because it never is, so mostly it's just the busywork of constructing a show around some simple ideas and jacking up a bunch of Frank Gallagher on top of it. So meanwhile, a few other things are also happening:

Linda summons Kash to the cc screens, to ask him if he thought he saw one of the cameras move, and he stiffens right up and says it's nothing, nothing was stolen today. "You're right. I should probably shut it off. But then I'd miss the part where you take it up the ass from a teenage boy... Here it is: Billy Elliott, cornholing the father of my children. Must be big, judging from the grimace on your face..." Kash turns away, about ready to barf, and she nearly laughs: "What? We were just getting to the climax. Literally!"