But wait, there's more! As if the very fact of Monday isn't bad enough, Nate and Brenda are sitting silently together in a doctor's office. Brenda is called in to undergo her procedure, and when Nate gets up to follow, the nurse says, "I'm sorry, you can't come in for this." Nate and Brenda look at each other, bereft. It's probably the first time they've been apart since they got married, and it has to be for this. She finally hands him her purse to hold, which under other circumstances I would interpret as a symbol of the completion of Nate's total emasculation, but I'm not in the mood. Alone at last, Nate sits back down and starts crying. Huh, you suppose he's a little more upset about all this than he lets on?
What an appropriately cheery premiere for the final season. And to everyone who's recently been through a miscarriage, let me just say that I can't claim to know what you're feeling right now, but even though we felt horrible at the time, if it hadn't happened that way we wouldn't now have M. Tiny, who is beautiful and wonderful and perfect in every way. So there, Six Feet Under. We got our baby, you bitch.