Bob carries his usual bouquet of duty-free flowers and shoves them into Meredith's hands as she walks through a back gate and meets Bob on the driveway. They hug, and Bob proclaims the area "great," but it's possible that he and Portland have just been grieving together, so maybe it's all a big lie. Thsey waste no time slipping into something more bathing suit-y and hopping in her pool. Bob spits a whole bunch of water on Meredith and then laughs maniacally, causing the already-damaged Meredith to contract hoof-in-mouth and a splitting migraine with startling simultaneity. She responds, "I didn't know I was dating my brother." Ew. But just wait until you see the brother. When they take a dip in his gene pool later on, at least he'll make you stop wondering why Meredith's thoughts went directly to the prospect of what gets created when siblings combine their DNA.
"I asked Bob to go see my grandmother's gravesite." Uh-oh. "And I hope it doesn't make him feel weird." Uh. Oh. ["Meredith, I am beginning to realize why you are single, because, guh?" -- Wing Chun] As the Suburban coasts past the entrance to The Skyline Memorial Gardens at sundown, Bob ruminates on, "That was the first chance she's had to visit her grandmother's gravesite. And it was with me." And now that we know who got the boot, my inability to hear the stark panic in his voice when he says that makes me sad. We should have known. We all should have known. Meredith whispers a "thanks" to Bob for coming up to Big Nana's House, and he smiles wanly and desperately thinks, "I mean, Kelly Jo's family is dead, but at least they're not quite THIS dead." This really is a bit much. Bob and Meredith walk arm in arm to the gravesite, the bouquet of flowers having grown suddenly quite a bit bigger. Meredith breaks down and lays flowers at her grandmother's grave, the ensuing confessional fascinating in light of the footage: "Maybe my grandmother had a better plan for me, and that's why I'm here." You're saying your grandmother gave her life so you could cry to Bob about it and that would bring you together? Okay, by way of example, my grandmother still puts five dollars in cash inside my birthday card every year, and that is ALL I expect from that particular familial role. I mean, my grandmother's a cool lady and all, but I wouldn't ask her to kick it just so I could meet the man of my dreams. Or, the, um, "sweet boy" of my dreams. As my grandmother calls them. Whatever. It's fine. She also doesn't seem to like Irish people very much, for some reason.