And on that farm he had a corpse, E-I-E-I-O
With a left foot here and a right foot there
Here a foot. There a foot. Everywhere a foot foot.
Old McFisher's bought the farm, E-I-E-I-Ewww
Remember, it's all Perdita's fault. Cut to the school, where a determined Claire stomps down the halls, ignoring the catcalls and invitations to check out some guy's size-twelve shoes. She's carrying a red bag. That will be important later.
Over at the McFisher Farm, Ruth is arranging the throw pillows on her bedroom chairs. That will never be important. Finally, she gives in to her ennui and calls up Amelia to ask for help.
Back at the school, Gabe opens his locker to find the red bag. He looks inside and then falls backward, screaming in shock. The Ironic Segue Fairy cuts us back the Sitting Room Of Coffin Selection, where Mrs. Dumb asks, "Is he all put back together?" Nate and David assure them that he is, but won't let them see the body yet because their "embalmer is a little on the artistic side. He gets crazy if he gets any input." The air-quotes Peter Krause puts around "input" totally sell the line. I'm going to have to try that one next time Sars gives me "input" about misplacing my semi-colons. Yeah, like I even remember to use semi-colons. Sorry. Whiny Daughter offers up Dumb's shoes for him to wear in the casket, and of course they turn out to be sandals. You know, I've heard of stepping on your own joke, but don't you think that's taking it a bit too far? Bitchy Daughter insists that Dumb will be buried in his loafers, and David jumps right on that one, saying, "Yes, I myself have loafers which are just like walking on air." Ha! That's all Michael C. Hall, but it works. Frequent users of their pause button (and TiVo has the best pause button ever) will note that Peter Krause is desperately trying not to crack up in the background.
Daniel Day-Lewis: Now see, I just know there's a foot-related Unbearable Lightness Of Being joke hiding in this recap somewhere, but I can't seem to find it.
Alan Ball: Daniel Day-Lewis? What in the name of the father are you doing here? You're not dead yet. Are you?
Daniel Day-Lewis: You mean you haven't figured it out? You know, it's the whole My Left Foot thing. Get it?
Alan Ball: Yeah. I blame sher for this.
Daniel Day Lewis: Hey, where are you going?
Alan Ball: I'm getting out of here. Immediately.