Hey! It's that guy! You know, the one from Space: Above and Beyond. What do you mean I'm the only one that ever watched that? I used to love that show. And now I'm pissed they used Dina Meyer instead of Kristen Kloke last week. Anyway, we're back at the sex party, and it's obvious that he was only cast because Alan Ball couldn't get Chris Cooper to show up and play the part. Or possibly because his character name on Space was Lieutenant McQUEEN. Hmmm. He and his wife explain to Brenda and Scrunchie how fucking strangers has saved their marriage, and the wife even offers to demonstrate "the little gizmo" that he bought her off a sex-toy web site. Speaking of which, have you visited the TWoP store recently? Scrunchie's ennui reaches a critical level, and she heads off to get another drink. Brenda, however, stays behind to banter a bit more with the husband. Then she accepts an invitation to tour Lt. McQueen's personal Hammerhead, if you know what I mean, and sadly, I doubt many of you are nerdy enough to even have a clue. Fade to white.
We fade back up on the DGDJ's funeral, with David narrating the basics of a Buddhist ceremony. Claire and Ruth come downstairs, carrying gifts and preparing to leave for Brenda's wedding shower. Claire catches someone photographing the corpse, and wants to know why he gets to do it and she can't. Nate explains that family is allowed to do whatever they want (unless, of course, Rico has done something funky to the body, and then they're not allowed anywhere near it), and even apologizes for his outburst the previous night. He assures her that it'll only take two sips of Ma Chenowith's punch to get her drunk, however, and this does seem to cheer Claire up a bit.
And me as well, as the next scene opens with Ma asking, "More punch, anyone?" "Yeah, I'll take another hit," replies Claire. Heh. See what they did there? Punch? Hit? Very punny, guys. Also, since it's never explicitly mentioned, I'm just going to pretend the woman in the back with the mismatched shoes is Lulu Smigel. Hi, Lulu! Love the hair. Just then, the door swings open and a heavily disheveled Brenda stumbles in, looking like she spent the night sleeping in a dumpster. Or between a husband and wife from the Valley. You know. Whichever. "I'm not late, am I?" she asks, and Zhora assures her that she is. Scrunchieface, meanwhile, stands behind Brenda and does her best to fade into the woodwork.
Sars: Hey, guys. What's up?