Bill sits at the table reading the paper, still wearing his band collar, when Sookie comes downstairs. "Morning, dear," he says easily; the table is full of Adele's food, on Adele's plates. From Adele's kitchen. "Bill! Did you make all this?" Am I home again? "I borrowed some of your grandmother's old recipes. But the handiwork is all mine." She smiles greedily, staring down; he tells her to start with the biscuits. And as she reaches for them, he remarks: "Gonna be clear skies all day." Clear skies, forever. The Buddha. She feels the crack before she sees it, and stares at the window: "Wait, Bill, it's light out." He looks at the window and remarks that she's right; his face begins to burn, and as he turns back to his newspaper he bursts into flame. Gone in a moment. Sookie wakes up gasping, with Tina meowing at her side.
Mike the Coroner sits at his desk, touched by death. Nodding. "Yeah. Yeah okay. No. No, I'll make the call. His mama passed a couple years back, but he had some family in Kentucky..." Bud says the dentist just confirmed Neil's dental records, and he wanted Mike to know right away. Mike's not listening. "Goddangit! Why Neil? He was such a quiet kid. I'd have never thought he'd get mixed up with fangers... Damn. To have nothing left of you to ID but teeth." Bud offers to let a home in Monroe handle Neil, not that there's much left to handle, but Mike squeezes back his tears and shakes his head. "He worked for me. I owe it to him. Give me a couple hours, I'll come over and claim him, okay?" They say goodbye, and Mike weeps.
"Pretty tore up?" Andy asks, sitting in their car outside Merlotte's. "Blindsided him. Had no idea Neil was a fangbanger." Andy points out that Neil was inordinately creepy, which he was. "What nineteen-year-old goes to work for a funeral home?" A fangbanger sort; the kind that needs to look death in the face, that goes looking for it. "I worked in a slaughterhouse when I was fifteen," Bud protests. "They made me clean chitlins." I'm not entirely sure what those are, but I'm pretty sure I won't be cleaning any, ever. Andy spots Sam: "Speaking of freaks..."
Later, in the trailer, Sam's wrapping up the story of Malcolm's visit. "...And that's it. I got no control over what people do after they leave the bar." Was anyone "unusually angry" about the fight? Mainstreaming is for pussies. Everybody was. "Heck, you might as well interrogate the whole town. Between you and me? I wouldn't be heartbroken if you didn't find who did it." Bud smiles warmly, but Andy's not feeling him. I think Andy's so willing to take any human suspect over any other suspect as another way of not dealing with weirdness. Either because he's more comfortable with it than he realizes, or because he's so very uncomfortable with it that he'd prefer not to acknowledge it, even as an active agent in murder and crime. The freakiness of humans preoccupies him: Sam, poor Jason, even Sookie. "Old Mrs. Stackhouse, on the other hand, now that's a real tragedy. Her and Dawn and Maudette Pickens, one right after the other... You fellas got any leads on that?" Don't look at me, look at the vampires and the things on whom they feed. Andy nods, lies that they've got leads, and Sam offers them encouragement. Bud drags Andy away to have lunch, and Sam breathes in their absence until Andy reappears.