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We love you.

We believe in you.

And how many of you know

that God loves you?

Yes, he does.

He loves you.

He loves every one of us.

Now, I find that

the more I praise God,

he lifts my burdens

and raises my sprits. Amen.

Amen.

If you cast down your burdens,

and you say to God

that He is bigger

than all the problems in your life,

you will be saved. Amen.

Amen.

But today is a sad day for us.

Death is never a welcome guest.

But there is also a reason to rejoice

because our Lord has made this day.

Almighty God,

who rewards us for believing in him.

Praise our awesome God.

Almighty Father...

we love you,

and we worship you with all our hearts.

We open ourselves to your control

and your infinite wisdom.

And we know

that when life takes a turn

for the unexpected,

it is you taking us on a road of devotion.

Amen.

We sing praise for the Lord, yes

We sing praise for those good times

We sing praise for the joys he brings us

Oh, yeah

What was that?

What it always is.

No, it's always passionate

and to the point.

And you skimmed over what happened

like it was a traffic accident.

I said what needed to be said.

Look, Candace Spindle's

sons came back.

And now, one of our own is dead.

It's a tragedy.

That's it.

Dylan, you watch your tone.

I'm fully aware of what this town needs.

No. What this town needs

is the fire of faith.

And you gave it words

from a prayer card.

Uncle Bernie?

It was a lovely ceremony.

Poor Bernard.

He couldn't even make the service.

Sh*t, man. Can you blame the guy?

If my daughter rammed a pair

of scissors into her neck,

I'd be f***ed up for life.

Surprised you two ain't

more f***ed up for seeing it.

Well, we didn't see her do it.

They don't even know

if she did it for sure.

Could be a killer out there,

for all we know.

Sh*t, man. That's where Bernie is.

He's hunting the son of a b*tch down.

You know what I'd do

if I found my daughter's killer.

I'd make him swallow a pair of scissors.

Then I'd cut his tongue out.

Then I'd take a leak on him.

Jesus, Roy, you got a sick mind.

It's what you like about me, ain't it?

Yeah.

That and my big heart.

My big, fat heart.

Hey, Lindsay, you like

my big, fat heart, don't you?

Hey, sweetie,

you ask about that job yet?

Dylan wants me to go back

to work at the church,

more clerical stuff.

Oh, honey, that's an honor.

After all we been through,

that's exactly what you need.

Sh*t, man. What'd I do now?

Man.

All right. You guys wait here.

Bernard's dead.

Oh, no.

He hung himself.

...interpretation.

Analzye and re-analyze.

But most of them turned out

very, very well.

Who would've thought

Bernard, of all people?

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