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St Laurent double-breasted velvet suit."
- He loved that suit.
- I love that suit.
- Oh, I love that suit.
- "Too loud," they said.
- A black suit?
"Too gay" is what they meant.
So now he's in one
of his brother's old suits.
Hugo Boss, I believe.
Death in Boss.
is still around?
- Sorry.
- I just wish I could have
given him what he wanted.
Joe wanted to be cremated...
his ashes scattered to the wind
inJoshua Tree with...
Don McLean's "American Pie" playing
really, really loud on a boom box.
- Family said no.
- Why?
- God.
- Ask her.
Lord God,
bless this grave...
and send your angel
to watch over it.
Joe did not want
all this Gothic hocus-pocus.
- Shh.
- I feel like I'm in The Omen.
when we say goodbye to a loved one...
especially one
so beloved asJoseph...
struck down in his prime
by pneumonia.
Pneumonia. Please.
This is the hardest thing most of us
will ever have to face...
to stand at the grave
ofa loved one.
Lord, welcome our brother
to paradise...
and may Your light
shine on him.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Ican't rememberiflcried
- Shh.
When lreadabout
his widowedbride
Butsomething touchedme
deep inside
The day
The music died
So, bye, bye
MissAmerican Pie
Drove my Chevyto the levee
But the levee wasdry
- Themgoodol'boys were drinkin '
- Goodbye,Joe.
Whiskyandrye
Singin'this'llbe
the daythat ldie
This'llbe the daythat ldie
They were singin '
Bye, bye,
MissAmerican Pie
Drove my Chevyto the levee
But the levee wasdry
Themgoodol'boys
were drinkin' whiskyandrye
Singin'this'llbe
the daythat ldie
When I die,
I don't want to be buried...
and I don't want to be burned.
Just cut me up
and stuff me in this freezer...
for the next hundred years.
Robert?
What?
Hey. Robert.
It's okay.
- Please stay with me tonight.
- Yeah.
Justsixmore spots to fill.
Ourfifth finalist,
Miss Colombia!
Is Miss Colombia
clenching herjaw or what?
She's totally wired on Fen-Phen.
Hope she wins.
Do you think they're all really
popular and have boyfriends?
Ofcourse.
Look at Miss Venezuela.
She looks so happy.
You crazy?
She's got Vaseline on her teeth,
her national costume is too tight...
she's been smiling nonstop
for the last two years...
and her shoes are too small.
She reminds me
of myselfon a date.
- I can't imagine ever dating again.
- Oh, shut up.
'Course you can.
Just think of it as a pageant.
Yeah. Miss Hopeful.
Ifyou were to win
tonight's contest...
as Miss Universe?
Well, I would get down
on my hands and knees...
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