Outside the house, Bob puts an arm around Meredith on their walk to the limo and asks, "How are you?" She's already poised to tell him, and she begins after a long pause, "Well..." He takes this "well" not to mean "Well, there's something I need to tell you that should be prefaced with a mood-segueing 'well'" but instead to mean, "I am 'well' in a way that my second-grade teacher taught me that one says 'I am well' instead of 'I am good,' and also ''May I go to the bathroom' instead of 'Can I go to the bathroom' and also 'May I be permitted to finish one sentence about the death of an aged and treasured relative before you rant on about how you're still very close friends with your ex-wife and how you used to be fat but now you are skinny, asshole' instead of 'CAN I be permitted to finish one sentence about the death of an aged and treasured relative before you rant on about how you're still very close friends with your ex-wife and how you used to be fat but now you are skinny, asshole'?" Once the limo door closes, we hear only the audio, because death wears tinted windows: "I've kinda had a bad day. My grandma died." Bob tells us in confessional, "It really knocked the wind out of me." Meredith tells Bob, "You have to make me laugh, okay?" Okay, he thinks, but dragging that Running Man out of retirement right here in the limo ain't gonna be easy, y'know?

Estella promised us recently that it's lonely to have someone close to you die when you don't know the people around you that well. So here's poor, dear Meredith in a limo, with a guy she met through the TV and on the TV, who responds to her news with a "golly!" and follows it up, "I'm overwhelmed." "Golly"? Where did he hone his coping technique, from his high-school production of Oklahoma!? Poor Judd IS dead, you know. And I'll be someone must have responded to the news with a hearty "golly." A horse named "Sequitur" rides into the frame, then, as Bob confessionalizes, "We're having this deep conversation, and I thought the only way to break it up was to ask how she felt about horses." Meh? But, sure enough, in the car, Bob asks Meredith how she feels about horses. She does not like horses. Wacky, nonsensical banter probably also isn't her favorite right now, what with the exceedingly recent death of her grandmother. I'm just saying.