The Madison

He wanted to be

buried here.

There's a spot, marked on a map.

I know the spot.

I can't remember his face.

If I were you, I wouldn't listen.

Play it.

Jesus! Fuck, Paul!

- Just hold on. - Christ.

Stacy!

Oh, my God.

I heard him die.

As much as I like sitting here,

it hurts more than you'll ever know.

So, if you're wondering how I feel about you,

I feel enough to sit here and take it.

Abby,

if I were you, I would

set my hooks pretty deep in that one.

They're not making any more men like him.

I wonder if you know how happy this would make him.

It would fill his heart.

Tomorrow, we bury them.

That's an elk track right there.

Oh.

Oh. Look, there's another one.

No, that's moose.

How can you tell the difference?

If you spend enough time tracking, you just know.

Ah.

So, do you have any questions about today?

Like what?

I don't know.

Asking you.

Well, you're gonna bury 'em.

We are, mm-hmm.

Then what happens?

Uh, then

they return to the land.

And their bodies become...

a part of it,

um, and their souls, too,

I guess.

They don't go to heaven?

I think this is their heaven.

Heaven is...

Oh, how do I explain this?

- Um... - Our teacher says

there is no heaven.

You know, I don't know if you've already figured this out,

but do not believe everything your teacher says.

Heaven is

your... perfect place.

For some, it's

ice cream oceans and marshmallow mountains.

And...

others, it's these mountains.

Does that make sense?

And Grandpa's heaven is here.

I think so.

But if you think he's here, why is everyone so sad he's gone?

Well, his heaven isn't mine,

and...

...you know, I can't see him

and I can't talk to him and can't hug him,

and he can't hug me, and I... I miss that.

Yeah.

I miss it, too.

But that's why we have memories.

We can revisit all those times

that we did have.

All the talks, all the laughs,

all the hugs, and...

You know, it's like a movie. We can...

We can play it over and over

as many times as we want,

you know, in our minds.

You know what I mean?

I do.

Not the same, though, as a real hug.

No, it's not the same.

Right here, huh?

She marked it on a map.

All right.

Well, we ain't getting a backhoe down here.

Might be able to get a tractor up from the river, but...

...not sure what good that'll do us.

No, these holes are getting dug the old Irish way.

Yep.

How the hell we gonna get the caskets here?

Swensons still feed off a wagon, don't they?

That's a good idea.

You want to call or run for shovels?

Ah, you call, I'll run.

My gelding's just gonna follow you.

Yank off that bridle.

Yeah.

I am aware.

Yes, I am aware.

We have had a death in the family.

I'm pretty sure the world of girls' volleyball

will survive the week without her.

Yes, you are correct.

I am not factoring how this affects anyone else

even a little.

Fucking school.

Is this gonna be okay?

It's gonna have to do, honey, it's all you got.

Hey.

It's just us.

Okay? There's nobody to be offended.

What did school say?

You're missing a volleyball tournament.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Hey.

It's okay.

- Hey. - Hey.

Where'd you find cream?

Same shopping center where I found the dress.

I got to say, Bozeman impressed me.

I wasn't expecting to find Donna Karan in the mountains.

Found a little something

- for you, too. - Yeah,

Preston would prefer me in jeans.

I think he would find a certain

victory in that.

He deserves a little black dress,

and that's exactly what I got you.

Did the boys say when they would be ready?

They said to walk over at noon.

How are they gonna get them out there?

I didn't ask, and they didn't say.

They just said it was handled.

About two hours.

Preston wrote a chapter on...

telling time from the sun's position.

It's... alarmingly accurate.

The girls asked me to arrange a plane.

When?

Tonight.

Oh...

Okay.

They need closure, honey.

They won't get it here.

They have lives, and they need to go live them.

I would very much like to plan a memorial service.

He has a lot of friends that deserve a way to say goodbye.

Does he?

He does. And you know that.

We could do it at the Explorers Club.

Okay, just...

How about the apartment?

Have Carbone cater.

He loved that place.

I already called.

You flying back, too?

I have a very worried husband.

He's convinced some distant cousin of the Unabomber

is going to abduct me

and hold me in his basement for ransom.

Depending on the cousin, I'm not completely opposed.

- Oh, stop. - Of course, that's my

warped romance novel version of abduction.

I doubt that's how it would play out, Lili.

That is how it'd play out in my mind after two Percocets,

so...

You think I'm joking?

- No. - No?

I love you.

There is nowhere I would rather be

than with you when you need me.

I know.

I have a little bottle of Kahlúa

if you would like some lead in that coffee.

Oh. Well, now you're talking.

Little more, more.

Okay.

Okay.

Of course you packed the perfect dress.

Is there some little black dress tree

by the river that I am unaware of?

Okay, girls.

And Russell.

- Where are they? - Uh, coming.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

- Sorry for the snot. - No, it's fine.

I'm sorrier than you'll ever know.

Thank you.

Okay, boys.

Watch your hand.

Mrs. Clyburn,

- I'm very sorry for your loss. - Thank you.

Is a preacher coming?

I forgot. I-I didn't-- I--

Uh...

this one'll be sans preacher.