Hella creepy graveyard. "Thanks for the tickets, Dad," says Clark. A ghost badger nearby says, "I'm not your father, kid." This seriously looks like some post-apocalyptic blasted-out war zone. Clark tells his father's gravestone that he wishes he could go to the game with him. As it stands, Clark's choices for a guest to take seem less than ideal. Clark puts the tickets on the ground. He's just going to leave them there? Way to go, jackass. I'm sure Bo would love it if you just left the tickets out here for the graverobbers and wildlife instead of actually using them.
There's a cold wind. Clark turns. Holy shit! Bo is standing right there. Hey, Bo. How are you? You're looking...well. For a dead guy. I wasn't talking about you just now. It was about...someone else. Someone less dead. Don't even sweat it, dude. You can still sweat, right? "Dad?" Clark asks. Bo takes a second to sound sad and say he's sorry he couldn't be at Clark's birthday party. Traffic was deadly. Ha. Little afterlife humor, kid. Sorry. That's all right, though. The party kind of sucked. Bo's sorry he couldn't see the man Clark is becoming. Clark says that everything he's become is because of Bo. That's pretty harsh, Clark. Wow, way to hit a guy while he's dead. Bo says that there's something Clark has to do on his own: he says, strangely, that he can't help Clark anymore. Dude, you're right there. Why not? Bo says that Clark will have to stop him. "Stop who?" Clark asks. The man who pees on Bo's grave every night. It's really annoying. Bo wanders around in monologue mode and says it's worse than they imagined: "So many people. So many people are gonna die." You mean here? In the graveyard? I think that will be fine. Clark doesn't understand. Bo says he's talking about Papa Luthor. Oh, that. Clark's totally got it not under control. Clark asks what Papa is doing. Apparently, a dead guy knows more about what's going on than Clark. Bo says he's going to do something terrible. Clark asks what he's supposed to do. "I'm sorry, Clark, but to save this world...you've got to kill Lionel Luthor." Bummer. Bo says goodbye, then disappears into the mist. "Dad?" Clark calls, "Dad! Dad, wait!" You forgot your cow mug! The cow mug, Dad! MamaKent's slobbering all over it! Should I...at least...send it to Omar G? Dad? Hello?