Speaking of Keith, we cut to him exiting a grocery store with David, acting all concerned over the prospect of Fisher & Sons becoming the choice funeral parlor of the young urban criminal set. David puts the situation thusly: "We needed a body, they needed a home. It's a win-win situation." As they load the bags into Keith's SUV, he tells David to get Claire a lawyer for the arson investigation. While they pack, some hick guy pulls up behind them and asks if they'll be pulling out. He snots at them to hurry up, which only makes Keith slow down, and finally the guy puts down his banjo and drives off in disgust, muttering "fucking fags" as he goes. Keith instantly gets a hard look on his face, and chases after the guy's truck. David runs along behind him, trying to calm the situation. Keith catches up to the guy, rips open the door, and grabs Redneck Boy's t-shirt, daring him all the while to repeat his insult. David tries to pull him away, and Keith shoves him off with an elbow that looked a lot more violent in the previews than it did here. Finally, Keith jams his badge into Redneck Boy's forehead and dares him to file a complaint. Cletus The Slack-Jawed Homophobe beats a hasty retreat, leaving David to try to rationalize the situation with "I don't think he really meant anything by it," to which a still angry Keith snarls, "Do you really hate yourself that much?"
Rico's Body Shop. Only at the moment, it's actually David's Ye Olde Body Shoppe. I wanted to use a hip, squiggly (tm djb) Olde English font for that to further ironically indicate David's ostensible whiteness, but I'm told it crashed everyone's browsers in testing. So you'll just have to close your eyes and pretend. Don't forget to open them, though, or you'll have a hard time reading the rest of the recap. David goes about stitching up Paco's autopsy incisions, and to absolutely no one's surprise, Paco opens his eyes and starts up a conversation. He teases David about his job choice, and asks if he's ever seen sunlight. David laughs it off and continues swabbing the body, at one point reaching under a strategically placed cloth to clean what I'll just refer to as Little Lord Pac-Man. Paco accuses David of checking out his joystick, and I giggle madly as David blushes. Hee. I love Paco. Warren had potential, but Paco is definitely the best DGDJ so far. He's fat-ass.
Speaking of ass (be it fat, thin, or bearing a "Nathaniel" tattoo), Brenda has arrived at the Formaldehyde Fortress for dinner. She hands Nate another bottle of expensive liquor lifted from her parents, and he looks freaked and tells her she's an hour early. She walks around the funeral-home portion of the Fortress, commenting that "the kitsch factor is substantial," although I suppose it's possible she's referring to her black floral dress and bright pink scarf. She makes a crack about having found the explanation for his well-developed sense of irony, and if I hit the mute button, I'll probably be able to hear the IMD Fairy warbling in the next room. He just won't leave, people. He keeps wandering around the house, bitching about Lars Ulrich and singing a tuneless, off-key eighties medley of "Burning Down The House," "Another One Bites The Dust," and "Take This Job And Shove It." Which is why I'm thankful that Ruth chooses this particular moment to come downstairs to find the lovebirds. She greets Brenda warmly, and they exchange a bit of small talk before Mom returns to her cooking. As soon as she's gone, Brenda sighs, "She hates me." Then she starts macking on a reluctant Nate before wondering, "What's the matter? Afraid Mommy might see?" Nate backs away and asks her to not "turn tonight into Psych 101. Because trust me, we'll never make it through the evening." Amen, brother. And while we're on the subject of making it through the evening, I'll just mention that it's now 8:25. That "quick little dinner break" unfortunately turned out to be not that quick at all.