It looks like Bill came down off the porch. He, Joey, and Frank are riding in Frank's truck to go pick out Roberta's casket. On the way there, Frank shares that Lois shot his tires out. Bill points out that Frank did threaten to kill Lois. Frank rebuts, "You said she tried to kill me." Bill protests that he never explicitly said any such thing. Cue Frank ranting about Lois's effrontery in re: asking to be made first wife, and he finishes, "I will never, under any circumstances, let that woman have one sliver of contentment." Now that's a worthy goal. Forget leaving a legacy for generations to come -- why not devote your actions to pissing on someone's Wheaties in the here and now? Bill and Joey share a mutual eye-roll. Frank senses that he's lost his audience, so he tries to bring them back by needling Bill about how Roberta helped cure him of his stuttering. Frank then tries to rope Joey into his bullying by saying, "You remember, Joey. He used to sound like Porky Pig when he got up to give testimony. He used to get all -- [throat-clearing noises]." Joey's not having any of it, and Bill is looking out the window, visibly trying not to react to such transparent bait. It works, so Frank tries a different ploy to piss them off, returning to the topic of Lois. Both of his sons stare silently ahead.
When Ben goes to take the trash out, he notices Pam heading over to Margene's house, a few shopping bags in hand. So Ben does what any kid charged as the man of the house would do: he spies on his Not-Mom who's got it going on.
Meanwhile, at $aver's Club -- in no way meant to resemble either Sam's Club or Costco -- Frank is hustling both of his sons through the aisles. When Joey falls behind to check out some motor oil, Frank snaps, "Stop dawdling. You act like you're still on those pills, walking around in a fog half the time." Joey protests that he was getting oil, and Bill points out, "He was doing you a favor [bringing you here]. You should be thanking him." Frank replies petulantly that Joey should be thanking him -- for what, only he and the little voices in his head know -- and as he shuffles off, he leaves behind the two sons who loathe him.
The unhappy trio finally make their way to the casket display in the middle of the floor. While both Bill and Joey take a look at the wooden and metal caskets, Frank goes straight for something that looks like it was used as a lifeboat in World War III -- dented from battle, drab gray, boxy, with a handle listing off the side. He shamelessly proclaims, "This is it! Two-seventy-nine-ninety-nine." Bill actually gapes for a moment; Joey looks like he wishes he were back on the drugs and therefore not experiencing this moment in all its gruesome sobriety. Bill points out, "It's made out of particle board and felt." Frank gleefully adds that it's also got a broken handle so he'll get a discount. Bill protests that perhaps they can get Roberta something nicer, and Frank says smugly that Roberta was a simple woman, so she wouldn't have wanted a nice coffin anyway. "You should have done something nice for her while she was alive," Frank adds with false piety. Then he charges the coffin on Bill's card. It is now my most fervent hope that Season One of this show ends with Frank being shot out of a cannon while still living. This way, not only will he be killed in a way that delivers maximum entertainment, his scattered remains will get exactly the treatment they deserve.