Death At A Funeral Page #4

- What?

Like a Dalmatian or a Schnauzer?

- Honey, what are you talking about?

- I don't know.

It's just a shame that somebody

has to die to get the family together.

It was hard to see Dad like this.

He's in a better place now, right?

- He was sick a long time.

- Since when does dead beat sick?

You know what I mean.

This is why I try not to get close to people.

- Too much emotion involved.

- Guess that's why you never call.

Some families see each other all the time,

some meet up at funerals.

That's just us.

Hey, listen, I know this is a bad time,

but I'm gonna need that money.

- Sh*t.

- We're splitting these costs, right?

Okay. But I don't have it right now.

What the f*** you mean,

you don't have it right now?

You just bought a first class ticket

for your toothbrush.

I don't have any cash. Honest.

I lost a lot of sh*t when the market collapsed.

So, if you don't mind,

we gonna have to discuss this later.

- No, no, no, no, let's discuss this right now.

- Hey, you mind?

I'm grieving.

Look at all these cars.

You got to get to these funerals early.

Come on. There's nowhere to park.

- What? There's a spot right there. Grab it.

- That looks like it's too close to the corner.

- Nah. You can wedge it in there. Grab it.

- I don't need a ticket today.

You're not gonna get a ticket.

Would you just...

You're gonna lose it. Grab it.

Norman! Come on. Now, see?

Elaine! I was gonna park there.

Oh, I'm sorry, Norman. Are you family?

- No, but I'm like family.

- Oh, honey, there's no such thing.

- Elaine.

- Oh, God.

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

Well, your father invited me.

Thought you might need

a real shoulder to cry on.

- Oh, please. Come on. Oscar.

- Who the f***'s that?

He... Come on, honey. We're here.

- You all right?

- Come on.

We there?

- Yeah.

- Damn. I got Uncle Russell.

How could I forget about Uncle Russell?

I said what's happening?

What the hell is going on?

What the f***'s this guy doing?

It's very green here, isn't it?

It's, like, so green.

Like, God, wow, it's like...

It's like I'm inside a lime.

- Oscar?

- Yes?

- Look at me.

- Okay.

Hi. Are you all right?

Yeah, why?

All this stuff about dogs

and things being green.

What's going on?

What are you talking about?

I'm fine. I've never been greener.

Jeff, look at this.

- Hello.

- What's wrong with Oscar?

- I don't know.

- You guys keep playing.

Oh, my God. It's the Valium.

- Valium?

- I'm in the band.

I gave him one of your Valium.

He's probably not used to it.

- Yeah, right.

- I know you were looking.

Where's he going?

- Oscar!

- Sh*t.

- You're going the wrong way, dumbass!

- That hurts!

- Stop the car, Norman.

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