[boy] One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.
[boy] Pinkalicious, she smells good.
He's speaking very well for his age, CP aside.
But when will he walk?
'Cause I'm getting worried. He's five.
I got the walker, but he still won't touch it.
We don't yet know how Ryan's CP will manifest physically.
You need to prepare yourself for the possibility that Ryan may never walk.
Oh, it's… Oh! [coos]
I'm gonna get you. I'm squeezing you. [blows raspberry]
-Hi! -[she giggles]
[Ryan exhales]
Oh my God. You're such a creeper.
You made the same face when you were a little boy.
-You're really lovin' this, aren't ya? -Yeah.
Oh, that's what I needed.
A good morning hug.
Mom, I literally teared up at a Geico ad this morning
because the guy looked like Tanner.
-Oh! -Am I gonna be okay?
Of course.
But I have to say, you knew he had a boyfriend.
Mom! Not helpful!
I'm sorry, you're right.
[sighs] All right. I'm giving up on this.
Kare, I've been processing. I realize--
Ryan! Oh!
Oh! [laughs]
My sweet boy!
-Wow! -[whispers] What?
It really strengthens my soul to see you two back together.
It's a day of reconciliations all around.
Your mom and I were in kind of a bad place last night. But I'm ready to heal.
-[Karen] Mmm. -[Ryan] I'm so glad.
[hesitates] Have we met before, or--
-[laughs] -Of course!
I told you about Tonya.
She lived with us when you were a little baby.
Oh, we took baths together. Do you remember? You were so floppy.
[forced laugh] I can't recall that.
A floppy little seal.
Yeah, we went to nursing school together. Anyway, she's living here now.
Kare, I saw Susan carrying all of her stuff out of Phil's last night.
Huh.
-So I think they're over. -Tonya, Tonya.
Hi. [chuckles] Do you want some breakfast?
Oh, I would. Oh, shoot.
[mock sobs] Pancakes.
I was so hoping for French toast.
Hmm.
-Well, I think I could make you some. -That'd be so nice.
Only if it's no problem. Thank you.
[cell phone rings]
Oh.
Hello?
Yes, this is Karen.
Oh my God.
[Karen] Oh.
Yes.
Is everything okay?
Grandma had a stroke.
She's dead.
[sobbing]
[sobs] Oh my God! Oh no!
No! No!
[Tonya sobs]
[solemn instrumental music playing]
[Tonya] My dad had said that to me, actually, after he lost his parents.
And I'm so sorry about my outburst earlier.
This has all just been so triggering for me, 'cause I lost my mom last year.
[Tonya] And, you know, grief is-- It's lifelong.
-It's fine. -I would--
Oh, Kare, don't worry, okay? Please don't worry.
[Tonya] I'll use my pain to help you get through your pain.
I actually noticed, um, that you didn't cry earlier.
-And that's okay. That is okay-- -Tonya.
You're processing. So normal.
Every Saturday, Grandma would remind me where her funeral plans were.
[Karen] "Dear Karen,
if you are reading this, I have passed."
"Hopefully not in a nursing home, which I never would have agreed to."
"My funeral is to be held at The Church of St. Valentina."
Church? Was she religious?
I don't know. Sometimes, yeah.
"I would like a somber affair. No unnecessary jollity."
[sarcastically] No fun at a funeral?
Enough, Ry.
"I would like you to wear that darling dress
I bought for you for Ryan's first birthday."
"The reception should consist of cold cuts."
"A more detailed menu is attached."
"And… And it should take place at my house."
Don't you think it would make more sense at our place?
No, this is what she wanted.
Okay.
Ryan, let's check the bedroom and bathroom and see what state they're in.
Okay? Let's go do that.
-[Karen groans] -[Ryan] Mom?
Mom!
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. It's just there's so much to do.
We have to go to the funeral home, get flowers, call the family.
I'll clean the house.
And I'll do whatever you need.
Which means you'll come with me to strip the beds. Come on.
[Karen gasps] Look.
This is her at her high school graduation.
Oh God.
She was so beautiful.
-Wow, she really was. -Yeah.
-Let's use that for the photo. -Oh, I--
You are such an angel for offering to sleep on the couch. Thank you.
What? I di--
I didn't… I didn't offer.
[door closes]
-Don't be mad. She's lonely. -Okay.
Mom,
is there anything else I can do?
I mean, I am a writer. I can help you with the eulogy.
I have it handled.
Okay. What are you gonna write about?
I realized I don't know that much about Grandma's life.
What were her hobbies?
Ah, well, she had me.
And, uh, yeah, well, that was, uh…
That was sort of it.
Oh, she was in a book club.
But they kicked her out. They just threw her out.
There was this epic fight over whether One Hundred Years of Solitude was smutty.
[murmurs] She-- she did not think so.
She loved… [inhales]
…romance and, uh, that, you know… That was it.
And she was just around.
-Why don't we take a break? -Mmm.
You know who's always having a worse time than you?
-Who? -Sonja Morgan.
Oh! Right!
First half of RHONY!
-Oh man. -I'll get us something to drink.
Oh, Ry, I was thinking about--
-[TV playing] -[Ryan groans]
It's that Geico ad with the guy who vaguely looks like Tanner!
Oh, I'm sorry.
[Ryan] It's okay. Wine will help.
Mmm.
[sighs]
Cable is so expensive.
[sniffles]
[TV playing]
-[glass smashes] -[Ryan] Oops!
-[exhales] -[Ryan] Mom?
Uh… [tuts]
First the orange, now this.
[mock jokingly] CP strikes again.
I-I'm sorry.
Ry, there are definitely some things you can't do, but this isn't one of them.
-Then why didn't you ever teach me? -I tried!
You always found a way out of it.
Okay, well, can you teach me now?
No. [scoffs]
It's just-- It's much easier if I do it myself.
Go.
How does that work?
-Tell me. -I want the rainbow.
Oh.
Ryan, look at this one. This is like a little snowflake.
[Karen laughs]
That was so sad. That--
-Can you pop that in this digger-- -Ryan.
Look. Hey, Grandma got you a new toy.
[Grandma] No, no, no crawling. If you want this, you have to walk.
-Mom, he can't walk. -If you keep babying him, he never will.
[Grandma gasps] Yeah.
-Come on. -[Ryan squeals]
Come on.
Yes. Come on. Good!
Very good. Oh yes.
[Ryan cries]
-Mommy. -It's okay.
-[Ryan] Wait, I'm gonna-- -You are such a good boy.
You see?
[sarcastically] That's nice. Really nice.
All right.
-Oh. -I can't stand up--
And you're gonna… [mumbles]
[knocks door]
[footsteps approach]
-Hi. -Karen, hi.
Listen,
my mom just died, and I…
I don't wanna be alone, so--
-I'm sorry. -Oh.
Come here.
[Karen sighs]
Listen, Mom.
Um, I've been thinking about what you said.
You do so much for me, and I just wanna help you.
So can I please at least just handle the food for the reception or something?
You know, that would be wonderful.
Can you also get the outfit that Grandma wanted for the open casket?
-You know which one that is, right? -The white dress. Got it.
I'm gonna make you really happy, I promise.
On the bright side, I sold the Louboutins for above market value.
-[gasps] That's a win. -Right?
-[Karen] Yeah. -Kim?
Oh. Hey.
How you holding up?
[sighs] I'm okay.
What are you doing here?
Oh, well,
I knew Karen was going through it, so I offered to make dinner.
Yeah, I maybe kind of forget to tell you,
but your mom and I became friends when you two weren't speaking.
I-I made her your favorite stuffed shells.
My stuffed shells?
Then I ate them. I see why they're your favorite.
They're delicious. I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?
Ordinarily, um, I would be,
but you just got dumped, and your mom just died,
so I'm gonna let it ride.
[Karen] Oh!
Chana masala.
That's a mouthful. [chuckles]
Oh, it's-- it's so rare that anyone cooks for me. Thank you.
[Kim] Oh, well,
it's my pleasure.
I feel like I could sleep for a week.
Well, relax. I can do the dishes.
Oh, honey, after last night, I think Kim should do them.
[scoffs] Mom, I can do the dishes.
I can do them. [laughs] It's fine.
I cook, I clean. Someone marry me!
[Kim chuckles]
[light groaning]
[Karen sighs]
[Phil grunts]
[Phil sighs]
Don't hate me for asking, but how are you doing?
I don't really know.
I get it.
When my mom died, everyone assumed I was grieving, and I just felt numb.
That's exactly it.
I mean, I couldn't believe that I'd lost the most important person in my life.
You know, my mom, she was this amazing, loving person.
Mothering came naturally to her.
She took care of everything for us.
I still don't think anyone will love me as much as my mom did.
[flat] I know what you mean.
[emotional instrumental music playing]
[knocking at door]
-Come in. -[door opens]
-[Ryan] W-- -Don't say a word.
[door closes]
Ms. Hayes.
What a lovely dress.
The casket is ready if you'd like to take a look.
Oh my God.
Oh God, Ryan!
Ryan, what did you do?
You forgot a slip!
Her-- her everything is showing.
Oh my God.
Mom, how was I supposed to know? You didn't tell me.
I didn't think that I had to explain the basic mechanics of clothing!
Sir, we're gonna opt for a closed casket.
Thank you.
[organ music playing quietly]
Look, I'm sorry, Mom.
It's fine.
You know, maybe Kim should've gotten the dress.
What?
I'm just saying. She wouldn't have screwed it up.
Stop being so childish!
-Oh, hello, Dawnielle. -Hello, hi.
[whispers] Oh my God. She is wearing a red dress.
Of course she is.
Hello.
Oh, look at you, wear-- wearing that.
[Tonya chuckles lightly]
-That's-- Wow, good for you. -[Ryan sighs]
Could you possibly hand these out?
I can't do that. I have carpal tunnel.
I thought you knew that. I'm sorry. I know today's hard.
-Oh, Kim, thank you for coming. -[Kim] Yeah.
Oh, could you hand out these programs?
-Of course. -Thank you.
-Hey. -Hi.
Mom, I'm not being childish.
I'm just saying you and Kim clearly have a bond.
You trust her to do things more than you trust me.
Please do not make this day about you.
This is my mother's funeral. Please.
[quietly] Oh my God. Grandma knew another gay guy? How?
Hello, thank you for coming. We're gonna start in just a moment.
Enjoy.
[mouths]
Okay, I clearly can't do anything right today, so I'm just going to sit down.
Yeah.
-Ms. Hayes. -Yes?
We're ready to start.
Oh.
This can't be everyone.
[man] Oh, I'm so sorry.
We can wait a few minutes.
No.
Let's just do it.
Please rise.
Our reading is from Second Timothy.
And now, Laurie's daughter, Karen.
-[coughing] -[organ music ends]
My mother was…
Well, she was Super Mom.
Mothering came easy to her.
So much so that she made it her life.
[stilted] I can't believe that she is gone.
I don't think anyone could ever love me quite the way that she did.
[bell tolls]
[inaudible chatter]
Um, Ms. Hayes, Ryan,
I am so sorry for your loss.
Oh, thank you, Henry.
-How did you know my grandma? -I used to be her gardener.
And sometimes she'd get confused, and she'd call me Ryan.
[chuckles] I'm not. I'm Henry.
Oh, nice to…
Wow, Laurie confusing gay men. Problematic!
Oh, um, I'm not gay.
Oh, I-I'm so sorry. I--
Now I'm the problematic one. I didn't mean to assume.
Not that there's anything wrong with being straight, obviously.
Although, there is, a little bit.
I'm kidding. I'm very gay.
[he laughs]
Oh.
That's just, uh, stim city. I'm on the spectrum.
Mild though, so just a sprinkle.
I have cerebral palsy. Also just a sprinkle.
Wait, you should come to my disabled group!
We're called the Crips.
And, for obvious reasons, we can't put that on Meetup.com.
-Um, let me give you my number. -Yeah, that would be great.
Ry.
We should go.
Yeah, just one second.
Did you enjoy the service today?
-It was lovely. -Yeah.
Thank you.
-[Henry] I'm so sorry. -I appreciate it.
-Ryan. -[Ryan] Yeah.
-Okay. -Come on.
-Okay, nice to meet you. -Bye.
[door opens]
[Karen] Oh, let's make sure all of these curtains are open.
This place looks much less depressing in the light.
Ry, where's the cottage cheese?
[hesitates]
-[Karen] These aren't cold cuts. -I know! I got you--
Grandma had very specific instructions.
God, how could you do this? You never change!
Oh, these meatballs look divine. Mmm.
What Grandma wanted was barely food.
It doesn't matter! I should've just done it myself.
How can I learn to do anything when you are such a control freak?
Oh, that is-- Just-- We're gonna talk about this later.
-[brightly] Uncle Gerald! Hi! -[Ryan] Hi!
So lovely to see you.
Aunt Dawnielle.
[Karen] Oh, uh…
Hey. What can I do?
You know, Aunt Dawnielle is a-- is a drunk.
You could make sure she doesn't get into the booze.
Aunt Dawnielle! Hey, girl! Hey!
Oh, for me? Thank you. [chuckles]
Hmm.
Hey, sweetie, how are you holding up?
I can remember, when I was at my mom's funeral,
that's the moment all the grief hit me.
-I was a wreck. Is it hitting you now? -I'm gonna--
-Is it hitting ya? -I'm gonna hit the bathroom. Excuse me.
It's gonna hit you probably in there. Be ready. Hold onto something.
[gentle instrumental music playing]
[hushed chatter]
My mom asked that during the reception we go around
and everyone say something nice about her.
-Ry, you wanna start? -Sure.
Yeah. Um, I loved my grandma.
We always used to watch Law & Order together.
Um, she loved people getting murdered.
-Um, anyone else? -I didn't know Laurie, but I know Karen.
I can tell that Karen is the person that she is today
because of the very special relationship that she had with her mother.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Here's to Laurie. A woman among women.
Bottoms up.
Oh, oh… You know what? Let's--
Let's just cut the bullshit, okay?
My mom was not a nice person. She was mean and selfish
and had generally awful opinions about everything.
Karen, I completely understand.
-When my mother died-- -Tonya.
I am sick of you talking about your mom and asking about my feelings.
[sighs] Do you know how I really feel?
I feel relieved. Is there a book you can recommend about that?
My mom had dementia.
Her life was gonna be hell.
Even without the dementia, she was a nightmare.
I'm done.
Amen! Preach it, sister. Good for you.
Tonya, shut up.
-[Tonya scoffs] -You've overstayed your welcome.
It's time for you to go. Just get out. I don't wanna see you again!
It's time for all of you to get out.
[shouts] She wanted you to stay to 8:00, but she's dead, so who cares?
I just want to take this fucking dress off!
[confused chatter]
[Dawnielle inhales]
[quietly] Oh, thank God.
[sighs] Thought we'd have to have a two-for-one.
Aunt Dawnielle? Girl? You should call yourself a Roadsy.
You look just like my daughter.
[Karen] Hey.
Oh. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Get some sleep.
-Oh, don't lose her. -Oh, shit!
[door closes]
-[Ryan] Hey. -[Karen] Hi.
Um, Mom, your behavior earlier was so not Laura Ashley.
I think that Laura Ashley would've been very proud of me.
[Ryan chuckles]
Hey, Mom,
did having me ruin your life?
No, honey. No!
On your birthday, you said I was a burden, then since Grandma died,
you've acted like I'm this huge fuck up, and I just…
I don't want to be the reason why your life isn't the way you want it to be.
Sweetie, having you might have made my life more difficult,
but it also made it so much more joyful.
I don't wanna be another person you have to take care of.
I will wanna take care of you for the rest of my life.
But you don't need that.
That's why it's time for me to think about what I want.
Well, what do you want?
I don't know. [laughs]
But I do know that I want more than eight people at my funeral.
[Ryan chuckles]
Mom, come on, you can at least get in the double digits.
-Gosh! -Ahh, maybe.
-[Karen] We have to box this up. -Okay.
[Karen] Oh my-- Oh my God.
[gasps] Wait, is that--
The Italian nachos from Macaroni Grill? Yes, they are.
I thought they discontinued those.
I know. But I called them and said someone died, and they were like, "Okay!"
You! [laughs]
[gasps] That's the triple berry cake from Sweet Lady Jane.
-Oh my God! -Yeah.
I knew today was gonna suck, so I got all your favorites.
You are just…
You are the sweetest, sweetest…
Oh God! [sobs]
I'm crying. I'm crying.
[kisses, then sobs]
The nachos broke me.
-That's good. -Yeah. [chuckles]
And look, I made a giant pile of dirt with the broom.
But, of course, now I can't sweep it into the dustpan.
Do you mind teaching me?
[laughing]
Zigzag. There you go!
I gotta get outta here!
-[Ryan laughs] -Oh, you gotta use your walker.
You're gonna keep your legs like this.
-Put this guy right here. -Okay.
-[Karen] You've gotta get that guy. -[Ryan chuckles]
[Ryan murmurs happily]
[Ryan chatters]
Where did my baby go?
[Ryan] Okay, ready?
-[Karen] Yeah. -Okay.
-[Karen] One more. You can do it! -Oh my God, stop!
[Karen] Yeah!
[Karen laughs] You…
[Karen laughs]
[gasps]
Oh, you walked! [laughs]
[gasps] You…
[laughing]
You did it. You did it. [chuckles]
[laughs] You walked!
[laughs]
You did. Oh!
[emotional instrumental music playing]