(..) without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Like all real love stories... ours will die with us. As it should. You know, I'd kind of hoped that he would be the one eulogizing me. Because there's really no one else... (CHUCKLES) Yeah, no. Um... I'm not gonna talk about our So, instead, (..)

(..) that her rotting flesh was to be trapped for all eternity inside a big box... And buried in the middle of a fucking golf course. Although the absurdity of being eulogized by someone that didn't even know her has exactly the kind of comedic flourish that Leslie would have cherished. If nothing else, (..)

(..) look like disembodied breasts? Or an ass. Katie, sweetheart, I want you to eulogize your grandfather. Oh, Grandma, I don't think I can make a speech. I wouldn't know what to say. (..)