At the funeral, the German-accented preacher is explaining how they're here to "join this woman... and the ground." Speaking of which, Jeb starts a whispered argument with Dwight about how this location has crap soil and nothing is going to grow here. Dwight hisses back that he's fine with that, since it's not like they're trying to grow zombies. At the preacher's invitation, Dwight begins the family remembrances: "You had black hair and then gray hair." Zeke says something about her height and Oscar discreetly whispers to the camera, "They're a descriptive people." Glad you could make it, Oscar. Dwight's sister Fanny shows up with a bespectacled young son whose dead-fish handshake repulses Dwight, and the next arrivals are a pickup truck with five women riding in the back, driven by a neighbor named Henry. Dwight says hi to one of the women -- a blonde named Esther -- who says they were passing through anyway. Dwight flirts with her awkwardly, and Henry asks whether Shirley's height and land size were mentioned. To cover the latter, he removes his hat and respectfully says, "Shirley, at 1600 acres, you have the largest farm in the area, sharing borders with six other farms, including my own farm and your nephew Dwight's." With that vital bit of exposition duly delivered, he drives off. The preacher presents Fanny with a ceremonial shotgun, but she wants no part of it. Dwight THs, "We Schrutes don't need some Harvard doctor to tell us who's alive and who's dead. But there was an unlucky streak of burying some heavy sleepers and when grave robbers discovered some scratch marks on the inside of some of the coffins, we decided to make sure that our dead were completely dead. Out of kindness." With that, Dwight is tossed the shotgun. He catches it, kicks the lid off Aunt Shirley's pine box on the ground, and starts firing. "That's it for me," Oscar says after the second of at least three blasts. Well, at least now we know how this episode got a V rating.
In the conference room, Pam is telling the others that they can't let Packer buy them off like this, saying they wouldn't even be considering it if the cupcakes were from the supermarket. Creed knows the exact price of Packer's cupcakes off the top of his addled head, unlike everything else, and he THs that he never forgets numbers. Unlike names, faces and places. "I guess that's why I'm an accountant," says the quality control guy.
While everyone is in the conference room, Clark introduces himself to Packer, who is sitting at Dwight's desk. Packer apologizes for calling Clark a fat little runt earlier. "You didn't actually say that," Clark points out, and Packer explains that he's now apologizing for the thoughts in his head. And with that, he offers Clark a cupcake. Inside the conference room, Stanley points out that Packer has been punished before; after all, they sent him to Florida as a prank and Nellie fired him. Pam points out that it's all about the cupcakes, which they all agree on. "Packer can go to hell," Phyllis concludes.