P.S. I Love You Page #3

Sure.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

- John.

- What?

- Oh, Denise.

- Hi.

- Oh, it's good to see you.

- Do I have to help?

- No, you do not have to help.

- Good.

- Sharon, you look great.

- Hi.

- Hi. This is good.

- So do you.

- Am I late?

- No. This is gorgeous.

Wait till you see Gerry.

You're gonna die.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, as Gerry would say,

let's get this party started.

Gerry Kennedy did not want a lot of words.

He preferred music.

He was a unique young man...

...as you can see by the urn he had

designed by the love of his life...

...his wife, Holly.

His life may be over for now,

but we can still hear it.

He lives in us forever in our hearts...

...like his favorite song.

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you, baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

- You're a bum, you're a punk

- You're an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead

On a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap, lousy f*ggot

Happy Christmas, your arse

I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas Day

Aww.

Mama, how you doing?

- Ciara.

- Oh, sis, good to see you.

- Oh, good to hold you.

- Oh.

Hello, Gerry.

- Hi, I'm Denise.

- Matt.

- I love your tie.

- Oh, thanks.

- Are you single, Matt?

- Yes.

- Are you gay?

- Yes.

Okay.

Did Holly call his parents?

Why aren't they here?

I did, I spoke to the mother.

His father's just had another operation.

He's not supposed to travel.

So why didn't she come alone?

I mean, it's Ireland, it's not Japan.

It was their only son.

Don't ask me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I like your chain.

- Thanks.

- Denise.

- George.

- Are you single?

- Yes.

- Are you gay?

- No.

- Are you working?

- No.

You make a ravishing widow, sis.

Thanks.

I'm so glad you're here, but it's so far.

I would've understood.

No, I'm done with Australia.

Besides, Gerry wrote me I had to.

He wrote you?

Yeah, a couple of months ago.

Probably because of Mom.

He knew I'd have melodrama

for her to play with...

...while you pull yourself together.

Can I get you anything?

Mm.

- I'm sorry about your loss.

- Thanks.

How did he die?

- A brain tumor.

- Nice!

So that's a great looking urn.

I wish I were that creative.

I buried my dog in a stereo box.

It's not the same.

- I love your suit.

- Thanks.

- Are you single?

- Yes.

- Are you gay?

- No.

- Are you working?

- Yes.

- Denise.

- Sam.

Oh.

When Gerry and I went to a bank

to apply for a business loan...

...I was a little nervous. Gerry told me:

"Relax, these people are never

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