How To Deal Page #5

That was before

Michael died of a heart defect.

And the world stopped.

Or it should have.

I'm sorry.

What do you think?

I think it's 100 degrees out.

What am I supposed to do?

The only black clothes

I have are winter clothes.

I have nothing nice to wear.

I don't think it matters, really.

Look, this is... this is

dark green and it's really nice.

It's ugly, Halley.

I'm just trying to think

about something else.

Anything, for one single second.

I wanna look good for him.

Does that sound crazy?

This was a bad idea.

Yeah, but dying is definitely

not one of the better concepts.

No, the dress. Everyone's

looking at me like I'm a freak.

Okay, it's not for them.

It's for Michael.

Remember that.

Can you believe

what she's wearing?

That's, like, so disrespectful.

She always has to have

all the attention to herself.

'Although it droop

and die that night,

it was the plant

and flower of light.

In small proportions,

we just beauty see.

And in short measures,

life may perfect be.

Mr. Macon Forrester

will now address us.

I was gonna read from this...

but I'm not very good at reading.

Or writing...

or spelling.

Not like Michael.

He was good at so many things

without even trying.

He taught me how to be myself.

By myself.

Not to worry

about what other people think.

Even if that means

being completely uncool.

He taught me about

how to trust people.

And how to love.

'Cause he was so good.

He loved his family,

he loved his friends.

He loved basketball.

And he loved Scarlett.

And he loved this.

Take this woman, Lorna Queen,

to be your lawful wedded wife,

your partner, the queen

of your heart, forever and ever?

Yeah!

Daddy, rock on

with your woman!

And do you,

Lorna P. Queen,

take this old guy Len to be

your lawfully wedded husband

for all the rest of your days?

I do.

Wrap it up.

We're off in 15 seconds. Go.

Our airtime is almost up.

We must now go

where Federal regulations

will not allow you to follow,

if you know what I mean.

Lewis, no barking.

Sorry, but you gotta go.

Poor little thing.

I know just how it feels.

Out with the old,

in with the new.

And who do you think you are?

Just because

you've got great petals.

My God.

I'm talking to my plants.

My God.

You're talking to your plants.

How was it?

It was great...

if you happen to be the Devil

and enjoy human pain.

Tell me something.

I don't know!

What do you want me to tell you?

Wait! No, the bimbo

almost died of strangulation.

I cannot believe I forgot to tell you.

Her wedding veil took on

a life of its own and rebelled,

and she had to claw

her way out.

And you know

that woman can claw.

It was so sad.

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