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[upbeat music]

- Still can't believe it.
My age, has a heart attack.

- And the right age would be?
- Yeah, I know.

But, still, you know,

you don't picture people
your own age dying.

- Will you zip me?

- And he supposedly took
great care of himself, Gonzo.

Well, according to Ira, anyway.

- And "Gonzo," why?

- Uh, "Ganzenmuller."
Eddie Ganzenmuller.

So, "Gonzo."

He was really more
Ira's pal than mine.

but I'll tell you,
the two of them--

- Does this dress make
my back skin look squished?

- I--I don't see it, no.

- Eh.
- It's just so scary.

- All right,
I'm putting a sweater over it.

- What?
No.

No, I'm saying
all the funerals.

How many funerals
we're going to.

Suddenly, everybody we know
is dying or falling

or hurting themselves--
and doing nothing.

Remember that guy downstairs?
Broke his wrist opening cereal?

- He was much older than us.

[pop]
- Ow!

- What'd you do?
- My neck.

- What?

- I was trying to
close my pants.

I strained
a little too hard.

I popped a thing in my neck.
Ow.

- You hurt your neck
putting on pants?

- Yes.

No, that's all right.

[easygoing music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Tell me why ♪

♪ I love you like I do ♪

♪ Tell me who ♪

♪ Can stop my heart
as much as you ♪

♪ If we take
each other's hands ♪

♪ We can fly
into the final frontier ♪

♪ I'm mad about you, baby ♪
- ♪ Final frontier ♪

- ♪ I'm mad about you, baby ♪
- ♪ Final frontier ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ Final frontier ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- You know, uh, usually
you don't see a marimba

in a eulogy,
but I--I felt it added.

- Paulie, I'm telling you,
something is not right.

I don't trust him.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- No, no, knowing Gonzo,
I bet he's not even dead.

This may all just be a set-up.
- What?

- Asshole--
- No, listen to me.

There's no way Gonzo dies

without sticking me
with that card.

- Help a girl out.
- She--tell her.

- [sighs]
Okay.

When me and Gonzo were
little kids--

- Twenty-five,
but go ahead with the story.

- Okay.

We used to
trade baseball cards.

Then, one--one day we came
across a card of a guy--

actual name: Dick Pole.

- Already so delightful.

- I'm not even making it up.

Last name: "Pole."
First name: "Dick."

- He didn't think to go
with "Richard" or "Rich"?

"Richie"?

"Ricky"?
- I--I know.

You would think, right?

And we just thought it was the
funniest thing in the world.

Dick Pole.
[laughs]

I mean, what can I say?
We were kids.

- Yeah, yeah.
Again, 25, but you...

- So anyway, we--we somehow
made up this silly game

where, you know, we'd--Paulie,
what are you looking at?

- Huh?

No, I pulled a thing
in my neck.

- Putting on pants.

- So anyway,
we had this dopey game

where the person who got stuck
holding the card was "it."

He was Dick Pole.

So in order
to not be Dick Pole,

we had to go back and forth
and try and come up with ways

to trick the other guy
into taking the card.

For instance, three weeks ago,
I baked it into a calzone,

sent it to the guy's house,
and he never saw it coming.

- Dick Pole.
- Yeah, he's a real guy.

You can--you can look him up.
- I'm going to.

- Yeah.

And, oh, by the way,

even though Gonzo is
"supposedly" dead,

I'm telling you,
that dirty bastard--

- Ira.
- Louise.

Mm.

Hey, do you remember
my cousin Paulie?

- Of course.
Thank you for coming.

- Of course.
This is my wife, Jamie.

- Hi, I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.
Did you get to know my husband?

- I didn't, but I've heard
so much about him.

- Such a wonderful man.
Rock solid.

You know, bless his heart,
he left everything in order--

all our affairs--

which is such a blessing
for me and the children.

- Such a mensch.

- Well, thank you all
for coming.

- Of course.
- Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

Okay, she's very sweet,
but I'm telling you,

someone is gonna drop that card
on me here tonight.

Watch.
- Did you hear what she said?

He had
all his affairs in order.

We--we don't
have any affairs in order.

Okay, here it is.
"Dick Pole."

- I told you.
- We're not rock solid at all.

- Oh, my.
- What?

- Okay, there are so many
better names than Dick Pole.

You're gonna kick yourselves.
- What are you looking at?

- "Top 20 Baseball Players
With Funny Names."

You ready?

Stubby Clapp...
[both chuckle]

Cannonball Titcomb...
- Wow.

- Jack Glasscock...
- All right, you know what?

- Johnny Dickshot--
- No, are you serious?

- What, am I making this up?
Pete LaCock.

- Okay, sweetie.
[stammers]

- Oh--oh, this is unfortunate.
- What?

- I mean, he spells it
with a "K," but still.

- What?
- You ready?

[mouthing]

- I don't know, just--what?

- [mouthing]

Rusty Kuntz, okay?

- What?
- Sweetie--

- Aren't you embarrassed
you went with Dick Pole

and left Rusty Kuntz
on the table?

- Sweetie, you know what?
We--that's enough.

We got it.
- Tony Suck.

- Also, sweetie--
you know what, my darling?

- Pussy Tabeau.
- Okay, all right.

[stammering]
We--so sorry.

♪ ♪

- If you were looking
for dead passports

or the seating chart

for our wedding
rehearsal dinner, found them.

- We don't even have a copy
of our own will.

- Did we ever even do one?

- Yes, yes,
right before Mabel was born.

Remember that lawyer we found?

I don't even
have the guy's name.

Okay, this is interesting.
- What?

- [chuckles]
All right,

remember that
life insurance policy

we took out 20 years ago?

- Yeah.
- It was a 20-year policy.

Expires Tuesday.

- Seriously?
Wow.

- Yeah, so if you're thinking
of pushing me

in front of a bus,
try and do it by Monday.

[phone dings]

- Gurwitz.
- Gesundheit.

- No, Marty Gurwitz was
the attorney who did our will.

- Yes, very good.
- This is from Mabel.

"How are you enjoying Rishi?"

- I don't know what that means.

- Does she mean "sushi"?
"How are you enjoying sushi?"

- [stammers]
In general?

How are we enjoying sushi
in general?

What is she talking about?

- "Daddy is wondering,
do you mean in general or"--

- Oh, hi!
[both scream]

- I--I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to startle you.

Mabel said you were both out.

I'm Rishi.

- "Is Rishi, by any chance,

a person
you let into our house?"

[message notification chirps]

[whispering]
Just one second.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I could have sworn I asked you
if he could stay here.

- Yeah, no, you didn't.

- Well, I think
he's a very nice young man.

- Isn't he great?

Yeah, he's in my "Gender
and Urbanization" seminar.

So smart.

- Yeah, well,
he fixed our printer,

so I gotta second
that "smart" comment.

- And you two are...

- No, we're just friends.
- Oh, all right.

And--just curious--
he's staying here because...?

- Oh, yeah.
He was suspended.

- Uh, suspended for what,
if I may ask?

- For coming to class naked

as a political statement.

- Ah.

What was it exactly
he was stating?

- Well, it was
in support of a girl

who was suspended last week

just for being topless
on campus.

Can you believe that?
That's so unfair.

- So unfair.

- Really?
What--what's unfair?

- The whole--the entire--

- The subjugation of women.

- The subjugation.
- Okay.

- The systemic bias...
- Hello.

- The way
women have been marginalized--

- I have
for sure been marginalized.

- The patriarchal--

- Don't get me started
on the patriarchy.

If I hear one more straight
white man blabbing on--

- You're blabbing on pretty
good yourself, I gotta say.

- Hello.

- Oh, hey.
- I took the dog for a walk.

I hope that's okay.

Also, I noticed
he had a raw spot on his paw.

I put some
aloe vera ointment on it

and he seems much happier.

- That's, uh, thoughtful.
- Thank you.

- Hey, by the way,
I can probably fix your neck.

My dad's a chiropractor.
- Oh, no, that's okay.

You know what?

Actually, sweetie,
we gotta get going too.

- Yeah, where are you guys
going all dressed so fancy?

- We're meeting with a lawyer.
- You guys getting divorced?

- No, we're not
getting divorced.

- We're actually--we're getting
our affairs in order.

You know why?

So that when we're dead,

you won't have to
worry about anything.

- Oh, okay, cool.

- We should
probably get going too.

- Where are you two off to?

- Nowhere.
- We're organizing a protest.

- Yeah, you are.

- A protest?

- Hey, you're the ones
who taught me

to be socially conscious
and politically active.

- That was her.
- What are you protesting?

- Well, we've organized
a group of students

to march through
the dining hall naked to show--

- Whoa, whoa, I think we know
what you're gonna be showing,

but, uh--excuse me a sec.

Sweetheart, do you really think
that's a wise choice?

I mean, think about it:
someday in the future,

you're gonna want to go for a
job interview, and you don't--

I don't think you want
the first thing they see

to be pictures of you
naked next to salad.

- It's not about being naked.

It's about gender inequality

and sexualization
of the human body.

- Yes.

- Do you know some schools
are clothing-optional?

- Yes, you should
absolutely have the option

to wear whatever
you want to wear.

- [stammers]
- No, Mom.

Uh, clothing-optional.

Like, you don't have to
wear clothes at all.

- Oh, oh.
Oh, yes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

I've heard of that,

but I insist
that that can't be true.

- It is.

- Okay, everything else aside,
it's just so unhygienic.

- No, it's not,
because women's bodies

produce healthy bacteria--

- Okay, I don't--
- It's true.

Did you know that the vagina
is a self-cleaning organ?

- Terrific, maybe you can
have it go clean your room.

- Honey, I think
you're a grown woman,

and you should
do whatever you choose to do.

- Exactly, thank you.
Bye, I love you!

- Bye.
- Hey.

- Hey.
My friend, Rishi.

- Hi, how are you?
- So nice to meet you.

- Yeah, you too.

Boyfriend?
- Nope, they're not having sex.

They just march together naked
for political purposes.

- So what's all this?

- Okay, so what we have here

are gifts bequeathed to us
from Gonzo.

They came to the restaurant
this morning.

- That's so sweet.
- Paulie, it's a trick.

I guarantee you,
Dick Pole is in one of these.

- Splinky, I swear, you--

- [stammering]
Okay, you open it.

Fine, which one is mine?
- Here.

- You know what?
You're a bit of a nut.

- I'm not.
- Yeah.

- What--
- Okay, look at that.

- Why would he leave you
a watch?

- I have no idea.

Oh, I know.

Oh, my--years ago,
we were all at this thing

and he was wearing--
I remember, I commented.

I said,
"Hey, that's a nice watch."

And he said, like, as a joke,

"Thanks, I'll leave it to you
when I die."

So not so much a joke.

- Well, this is not a watch.

- Yeah, all right,
open it up.

- No, I--
- Oh, you big baby.

You want me to do it?
- No, no, no, no.

I'll do it.

- You're so silly.

- A penguin?

Why would he leave me
a penguin?

- Did you ever tell him
you liked his penguin?

I'm asking.
I don't know.

- There's no card.
- Well, we know it's from him.

- No, no,
there's no Dick Pole card.

- Oh.

Wait, so why would he
leave you a penguin?

- I just said I don't know!

♪ ♪

- Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Buchman.

My name is Yung Hee.
I'll be working with you today.

- Hang on, where's Marty?
- Marty Gurwitz?

- Yeah.

- Oh, he retired
a long, long time ago.

- Really?
He--he was younger than me.

- Okay.

So your estate, such as it is--

it seems much
of what we have here

is extremely outdated.

- You know what,
we've been busy and...

- Raising a teenage daughter.

- No, the truth is,
we're just--we're very bad

at this kind of stuff.

- Well, hopefully
many of these issues

won't be pertinent for years
and years to come, but--

- But we should fill them out
before we die.

- That would be helpful.

For example,
I see nothing specified

as to your medical directives,
your DNRs.

- What?
- "Do not resuscitate."

- Oh.

- Should one of you be
medically incapable of--

- I know what I want.
Do not resuscitate me.

Thank you very much.
- Really?

- Yeah, I don't wanna
stick around and be a burden

to you and Mabel.

Would you?
- What, be a burden?

Who am I to not be a burden?

- If I may...
- I'm sorry.

- Please.
- Go ahead.

- There's the issue of burial,
et cetera.

- Okay, well, that--
that one I know we covered

'cause my family has a plot--
a cemetery plot in Queens.

That--that should be in there.

- Yes, but I see there was an
amendment made by Mrs. Buchman.

- There's what?
- What'd I do?

- Yes, um, 17 years ago:

a handwritten amendment stating
that Mrs. Buchman elects

to, instead, be cremated.

- Wait a second.

Yeah, okay, okay.

I--I kind of recall
doing something.

- "Her ashes to be preserved
and comingled

with the remains of
her daughter, Mabel Buchman."

- Okay, yeah,
I know what it was.

Yep, it was right after
Mabel was born.

I was still having these
wild hormonal surges.

Up and down and up and down.

I was just insanely in love
with being a mother

and I thought, "I can't ever
be separated from this child."

- But me, not a problem.

- To be honest, I think I was
kind of banking on the fact

that, statistically,
you would probably die first.

So you wouldn't know about it
'cause you'd be already dead.

What else did you want to know?

♪ ♪

- I just can't believe
you would even consider that.

- I'm sorry.

- That's the whole point.
I mean, the whole point.

"Till death do us part."
- Yes, "till."

"Until death."
After that, we can part.

Honey, I'm sorry.

I truly didn't mean to
hurt your feelings.

- Okay.
- How about this?

You get cremated too.

Come on, it'll be fun!

- Okay, well--all right, here's
my concerns about cremation:

first of all, it seems hot.

And also, I don't know,
just the whole idea--

I'm so used to
being in solid form.

I don't know how I would do
as a powder.

- Hey.
- Hey, sweetie.

How come you're back so soon?

- How did, uh--how did it go
with your naked parade?

- Got postponed to tomorrow.

Couple of the girls
wanted to tan first.

- Hey, I hope it's okay

I'm whipping up
a little lunch for everyone.

- Yes, thank you.
- That's so nice.

Hey.
- He's so sweet.

- Here.

Hey, sweetie
let me ask you, all right?

And honest answer.
Honest answer.

If you didn't have a place
to visit us when we're dead,

you'd be upset, right?

- Sure.
- See?

- Okay, but--but, but, but--
what if I get cremated

and then way down the line
you get cremated

and we co-mingle our ashes
together, just you and me.

- Eww.

- See?

It doesn't feel so good
when someone denies you

in the afterlife, does it?

I--I don't understand.

What do you have against
being buried in Queens?

- I love your family,
I'm fine with Queens...

- But?

- We always do
what you want to do.

- Well...okay.

- What?
- Okay, yes.

I'll get--
I'll get cremated too.

- Really?
Oh, my God, yay.

You see?
We're making progress.

Thank you.
both: Okay.

- So what do you want us to do
with your ashes?

- What--what do you mean,
"my ashes"?

We're gonna be comingled.

I thought we were gonna
comingle together, right?

- Oh, no.

I was thinking separate.
I need a little space.

- A second ago
you were very happy

to comingle with our daughter.

- Well, that's different.

That sweet baby girl comingled
with me from the beginning.

We've had practice.

- And not to continue
your super creepy thought, Mom,

but for my ashes
to be comingled with yours,

I'd have to be dead.

which means
for the next 50, 60 years,

I'd have to drag
your ashes around with me.

So every time I move, I gotta
remember to take you with me?

I'm not signing on for that.

- Okay, what if
we mingled us all together?

Yes!

No, no, no, no, no,
this is good.

I'll get cremated.

A third goes to you--
there'll be less to carry--

a third to Daddy,
and a third someplace pretty.

Yosemite.
I've never been.

- Just put down "undecided."

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Italian]

- Yeah, it's that--
that guy, Gonzo.

[speaking Italian]

- Okay, okay.

- [speaking Italian]

Dick Pole, Dick Pole.

- Rishi, this is delicious.

- Oh, I'm so glad
you're enjoying.

Oh, here we go:
"25 Creative Alternatives

for Burial-Slash-Handling
of Loved Ones' Remains."

- What a helpful guy.

- Why are you encouraging them?

- I'm just trying
to be a good house guest.

"First up: send them off
with a Viking funeral."

- What is that?

- You put the remains
on a boat,

then you shoot a flaming arrow

that lights the whole thing up
at sea.

- Let's do that.

- Let's hear the other 24.

- Uh, "You can tattoo yourself

using ink made of
your loved ones' remains."

- I love that.

- "Compress your
departed's remains

and turn them
into a dazzling diamond."

- I wanna do that.

- Okay, we're not gonna
do that.

- "Scatter your loved one
on the field

of their favorite sports team."

- Eh.
- Oh, that's interesting.

- Really?
- I--I'm not committing.

I'm--I'm just considering.

- I will be
leaving the room now.

When you guys decide
to talk about something

less emotionally damaging,
let me know.

- Go ahead.

- "Shoot your dearly departed
into the sky

using
an ash-scattering cannon."

- Another great one.
I love all of these.

I wish I could die
more than once.

- Yeah, it's a shame.

- Okay, how about this:
"Have your loved one's ashes

"ground into a paste
with olive oil,

"vinegar, herbs, and spices

to make a zesty marinade
for steaks and chops."

- Let me hear about
the Viking thing again.

♪ ♪

- Penguin, penguins,
penguins, penguins.

Antarctica, Antarctica.

Okay, cold, cold, cold.

Pittsburgh Penguins,
Pittsburgh Penguins.

Hockey, hockey--
hockey puck, hockey stick.

Stick, stick.
Wood, wood.

Wood--wooden stick,
wooden stick.

Wooden pole!
Dick Pole!

I knew it,
I knew it, I knew it!

Chicka-chicka.

[no audible rattling]

Gonzo, you're killing me.

Okay.

[both speaking Italian]

- I know you're in there,
you son of a bitch.

[speaking Italian]

- I think
maybe you not so well.

♪ ♪

- You know what,
let's just do it your way.

Let's all be buried with your
family in Queens, all right?

- I thought
you don't want to do that?

- I don't, but I want to keep
talking about it even less.

- No, I want you to keep
talking about it even less.

Just stop.
- All right, all right.

- Again, if I may...
- Yes.

- Something my parents would do
in this kind of impasse:

they'd put their choices
into sealed envelopes

and then just pick.

That way, it's decided
by the hand of fate.

- Okay, yes?
- The--yes, that's smart.

I gotta say, I don't know
how we managed before

without Rishi.

It's unbelievable.
- Okay, so--

- No, so--wait, you're gonna
write them down?

- Do you want to
write them down?

- No, you can write them.
I trust you.

- Do you?

- Yeah.

- Okay, first choice.
- Me?

Buried together in Queens
with my family.

- All right, got it.

- Second choice?

- Cremated,
scattered in Yankee Stadium.

Always wanted to play
center field.

- "Cremated Yankee Stadium."
Got it.

- The center field.
Center field.

Put "in center field."

- "Center field."

- You ever been
to Yankee Stadium?

If the timing works out,
you'll come with.

- Okay, my first choice is
"cremated and split in thirds."

One third goes to you.
Do whatever you want with it.

One third goes to Mabel--
- Rishi can have my third.

- I hate her so much.

One third
Yosemite National Park.

- Okay, and your second choice?

- Viking funeral.
- No--

- It's my choice.

All right, now what?

- Now, we take all the
envelopes, shuffle them up...

- Mm-hmm.
- And then just pick.

- Well, who--who picks?

- Would you like to pick?

- You can pick.
- I think you should pick.

- Somebody freakin' pick.
- Maybe you should pick.

Let's ask him to pick.

- Rishi, you can pick.

- I would be honored.

- Go ahead, you pick.
- Okay.

- Now what?

- Now we put it somewhere safe,

ideally an independent
third party.

- The lawyer?
- Smart.

Okay, yes, yes.

- Perfect, and there
it shall remain sealed.

Neither of you can look at it
until such time

as the first of you
shall pass on.

- Okey-dokey.

- Okay, I'm headed
uptown anyway.

You want me to drop it off?
- [stammers]

- What?

- Okay, not that you would--
- Oh, my God.

- Well, how do I know
that you're not gonna

on the way look at it and
if you don't like what it says,

maybe, you know, change it
to what you want?

- Are you kidding me?

- All right, I'm sorry
I said that out loud.

Okay, love you.
- Do you?

- Eh...

[sighs]
Well, that was fun.

- Yeah, the kitchen
was a blast.

We actually have to
get going too.

- The protest?
- Yep.

- Can I please persuade you
to rethink this?

- Mm, nope.
Love you.

- Uh, okay.

- Thank you so much
for your hospitality.

- Hey, yeah,
great having you.

- Are you sure you don't
want me to help fix your neck?

It really is quite simple.
- No, you know what?

I think it's probably better--
- Are you sure?

[crack]

- Wow, that's fantastic.

Thank you!
- My pleasure.

Go Yankees!
- Yeah.

Wow.

What a guy.

Wow.

You know, he said we can't look
at the ones we picked.

He never said we can't look
at the ones we didn't pick.

Right?

Say something
if I shouldn't look.

[dog barks]

You didn't mean it.

"Buried together in Queens."

Okay, well,

guess who didn't
get his first pick?

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- You.
- What?

- You're a very nice girl.

- You opened
the other envelopes?

- No.
Okay, yes.

- [chuckles]

- You put my first choice
in every envelope.

- Whatever.

You care about it
more than I do.

If it means that much to you,
that's what we should do.

- You--you're a nice girl.

- [chuckles]
Hey, your neck!

- I know, can you believe it?
Rishi, one crack.

- Wow.
- Sorry we're late.

- Hey.
- How'd your naked protest go?

- Very successful.
- Really cool.

- We even got
some press coverage.

- Oh, well, that's fortunate.
- Great.

- Good.

- I think we really started an
important public conversation.

- Yeah, I would imagine
you did.

- Hey, how's your neck?
- It's fantastic.

I gotta--I haven't turned
this much since junior high.

Look.
Boop-boop.

- Here.

So I broke the penguin.

Nothing. Empty.
Niente.

- Okay, Splinky, I swear--
- No, Paulie, it's coming.

Trust me, it's coming.

No way Gonzo dies without
sticking me with that card.

- Is it possible that,
as a man in his 60s

and approaching his own death,

Gonzo had, I don't know,
let it go?

- I guess, maybe.

Uh--
- Oh, pardon me.

- Did you see that?
- What?

- Did he just put something
in my pocket?

- What?

- Ah, here we go:

"Naked Students
March On Dining Hall:

Naked Lunch
Turns Heads and Stomachs."

Cute.

Oh, great photo.

Mabel, there you are
right in front!

- Whoa!

[pop]

Ow! Neck!
[stammers]

- I can fix it.
- Don't touch.

- Ira.
- Oh, Louise, hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Oh, this is awkward.

Did we, by chance, send you
a ceramic penguin?

- Yes.
- Oh, I'm so relieved.

That was meant for my son.

I'd love to get that back
if I could.

- Oh, um--you know what?

Actually, it's at home.

I--I could
get it to you tomorrow.

- Oh, no need.

You can call my son and
arrange for him to pick it up.

- Oh, sure.

- I'll tell him to expect
a call from Dick Pole.

Yeah, baby.

- Son of a bitch!