Rico's on the phone at home, apparently having just finished pawning off that other funeral. Vanessa comes in and has him zip up her hubba-hubba funeral dress while he stresses about everything from her sister showing up late for baby-sitting to having "no one to stop David from spending three hundred grand on a crematorium" to the Diazes' lack of savings and of life insurance in case something happens to either one of them. Rico tries making his sister-in-law appear by glaring out the front window, until Vanessa takes pity on him and offers to let him drive ahead while she waits for Angelica. Can you believe Rico never got busted for lying about his date dying earlier in the season? Vanessa should demand to see Nate's body. They kiss goodbye, and Rico's out.

David stares at a sheet in his notebook, with only one word at the top: "NATE." If that's his brother's list of things to do, David's done a good job of tailoring it to Nate's present capabilities. The boys come swarming in, each carrying plastic goody bags and trailing iPod wires out of their ears. David's happy to see them and Durrell's perfectly-hemmed pants. He's less happy to see the Pasqueasel, who comes in behind the boys bearing a giant flower and his sympathies. "Thank you," says David. "Where's Keith?" The Pasqueasel takes a deep breath, hands over the plant, and tells David, "We had a…situation." Oh, Pasqueasel. You of all people should know not to give David something heavy before giving him bad news. Stuff a whole shitload of bubble gum into his mouth and then tell him.

Cut to Keith hanging out next to a parked jet at the Van Nuys Airport. Hey, do you suppose that's why they call them "hangars"? He's waiting for the plane to be prepped for takeoff so he can be rid of the hack actor and get to the funeral. And, of course, he's apologizing to David profusely over his cell phone. "Couldn't you just say no? Today?" David demands angrily. Keith apologizes again and says he'll be there as soon as he can. David just hangs up. Keith walks over to where the hacktor is leaning against the Keithmobile. And the hacktor has suddenly remembered where he knows Keith from: "You're that guy in the blowjob video…the one where [the Pasqueasel]'s giving you head??" Oops. Keith's been on Candid Cocksucking Camera. Hey, you think that scene will be on the DVD? The hacktor continues, "[He] played it every time we had sex. Can't come without it. Does he pay you extra for that or is that just part of the job?" Well, at least now Keith knows why he's being overpaid. Rather than essaying a response, Keith knocks the kid's cigarette and coffee cup to the ground, then pushes him away from the truck so he can get in and drive off, tires squealing. Back off, punk. I've got a funeral to get to.