Episode Report Card Deborah: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Six Feet Under
By Deborah | Season 2 | Episode 11 | Aired on 12.09.2004
Helen's reading on the couch when Will arrives. She mentions he's home early. He says it was a slow day, and the supplier in Judith's case is still making deals before he'll give up her murderer: "I'm on call." He sits close to Helen on the sofa and inspects her reading material: "Emily Dickinson. Uplifting." No sneering about Emily Dickinson, bub. Helen says she felt like poetry. Then she says, "Heard about your little fight." Will, suddenly even more tense and nervous than he already was: "Oh, yeah?" Helen nods: "When were you gonna tell me?" He doesn't say anything. She prods him: "Will…I had a session with Lily today. Did you think she wouldn't tell me you two talked?" He laughs with relief when he realizes she doesn't know about Lucyfer's confession, and says he thought she'd get mad. Helen: "Mad?" Will says he yelled at Lily. Helen: "She's very annoying." They laugh. She caresses his face a little and says, "I've been so alone, because…I knew how you felt. But even with that, you heard me." She kisses him. She apologizes for not trusting him. They hug, and rub each other's backs lovingly. Frink: "Don't cheat on her, dude."
Joan comes out of the locker room and runs into Cute Guy God: "You really are omnipresent, aren't you?" Haven't we pretty much established that? That's a pretty lacklustre bit of dialogue. He says, "I get around." Wow, even better. He tells her, "What your brother did took a lot of guts." Joan says she had her doubts, right up until the end. Cute Guy God: "Everyone does. Fear is very powerful. It paralyzes people. They don't see the value in it." Joan: "In being terrified? No, we don't. Because we're not insane." He replies, "But you saw Luke, how happy he was. He found that other half of his life he wanted. You think that would have happened if he kept running from what he was afraid of?" Joan: "Okay, okay, I'll suit up and dive." Cute Guy God: "I never said you had to dive." Joan claims he's been all over her about it: "What about the dreams?" He says the dreams weren't about diving: "You know that." She looks annoyed as he walks off, and then pensive. That was…meh.
Joan and Adam are walking through the cemetery, past another burial service that's going on. The ground is squishy with leftover snow and slush. She says, "If you need to go to work…" He says it's all right; he called in. He points out Judith's grave a few feet away. Joan looks very troubled: "I don't want to see her name…the date…" Adam says she doesn't have to. Joan insists she does have to: "I have to do this part alone, though." He nods, ever understanding. He wanders away a little while Joan approaches the headstone, which reads "JUDITH MONTGOMERY / BELOVED DAUGHTER / MARCH 9, 1988 / NOVEMBER 12, 2004." Joan tells the headstone she didn't think to bring anything: "'Cause…well, what are you gonna do with flowers?" She then launches into a kind of awkwardly chatty monologue: "Things are pretty much the same which is weird. Although Luke did this, uh…this awesome dive off the high board, which wasn't really a dive dive -- it was more like…Will Ferrell falling out of a plane. You would have peed yourself." Joan crouches next to the headstone and wonders if she can say that in a cemetery. She clears some slushy snow ("snush") off the top of the headstone, and Frink and I agree it looked very realistic, for Hollywood snush. I know some posters in the forums disagreed, but believe me: I come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow…okay, really just from the land of ice and snow. No midnight sun, no hot springs, no hot long-haired British rock stars wailing about Valhalla, no genius guitarists dissipating before our very eyes. Just months and months of ice, snow, slush, snush, hail, freezing rain, and cold grey darkness. Oy. Is it May, yet? Anyway: good job, snush people.