As if Nate hasn't had enough unpleasant reminders of Life With Lisa this morning, now he's got all four of Faux-mar Sharif's siblings in front of him, arguing about cremation vs. burial, and his only backup is Rico, who only makes things worse by bringing up religion. Things get more and more heated (And time yet for a hundred indecisions, / And for a hundred visions and revisions) until Nate says, rather sharply, "Look! I think what we all need to do is take a collective deep breath and try to be honest about what uh Daniel would have wanted. Not what we might want." And of course be "we" he obviously means "you selfish old fuckers." "We" look at Nate, surprised at being addressed in such a manner by someone "we" are about to pay thousands of dollars to. Of course, "we" don't know that Nate had this same argument with his first set of in-laws, and probably still gets all bunchy every time it comes up. Must get awkward sometimes, considering the business he's in.
David and Keith are at the adoption picnic, but now it's David who's realizing the event might not be all it's cracked up to be: "I feel like everyone's here just to scope out the most adorable kid." Keith will see that and raise it: "All these kids have gone through some serious damaging shit in their lives." David responds, "Like we haven't?" Good point. Argue that your own issues make you more qualified to parent a child with issues of his or her own. You can all go to therapy together. Keith still isn't buying the scene until he spots a beautiful little girl of maybe five hanging off a jungle gym. "She's adorable," David agrees, "but she's surrounded. We gotta get in there." He takes Keith's paper plate and goes to throw it away while Keith makes his move towards the clump of would-be parents hemming the girl in like suitors around the prettiest belle at the ball. While David's doing that, his eye is caught by a boy sitting alone in the sandbox, dumping sand out of his shoes. He's played by the child actor who played young Ray Charles in Ray. Glad to see they didn't actually blind the kid. David sits down facing Little Ray, trying not to give off a creepy child-molester vibe as he says hi and asks if the boy keeps getting sand in his shoes. "That's why I hate sandboxes so much," says Little Ray. "There's so much sand in them." Uh-oh, David. You just met a cute boy in unenviable circumstances who hates sand. Do you really want to adopt a future Darth Vader?