Social Distance

Actually, you know what? Can you slide it away from the urn a bit?

Yeah, I think that's it.

Girls, how's that angle?

Girls?

Papi, it's a vase. Is one angle supposed to look better than the other?

It's an urn, and your grandfather would have liked to have looked his best.

Sorry, Daddy. It looks good. I like how the light's hitting on the top.

Yeah, Grandpa did love the sun.

I couldn't ever get him to put on sunscreen or drink water.

It's a wonder he lived 88 years.

Did your dad get the card I sent?

Papi, Mommy wants to know if you got the card she sent.

I did, tell her thank you.

He said, "Thank you."

That's not how I said it. It was more thoughtful.

Thank you!

Everyone's gonna start logging in soon, so, girls, let's get back to rehearsing.

Ready? One, two, three.

What is this? You started already.

-You can stop. -I knew it. Guys. Vamos.

No. We're rehearsing something for later.

Chad.

Hey, Braydon, you look like a million bucks.

-It's all Reina. -

Hi, ladies, you look lovely.

-Hi, tia. -Hello.

Say hi to your cousins.

What's up? You guys get your, uh, stimulus packages yet?

-What is wrong with you? - Show some respect.

So here we are, huh?

I guess that's Dad.

Yeah.

I was out in the yard yesterday, and I thought how disappointed he'd be

in how it all looks. It's so overgrown.

-We were his little weed detectives. -

Remember how excited he'd get when we'd pull one out, roots and all?

Yes, he'd do that stupid dance.

We're pulling weeds this weekend.

I'm good.

I can't believe I'm not there with him.

We should all be there with him.

Reina, he's not there.

I felt Mom at her service.

Maybe it was the hundreds of people that were there to pay their respects.

Whatever it was, it felt a lot better than this.

-This is unnatural. -Please don't.

I know it's strange, but people are finding a lot of comfort this way.

Who's that?

Hello, ma'am. My name is Dean.

I'm a representative from the funeral home.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Dad's secretary of 40 years doesn't get included,

pero Dean… gets a front row seat?

That's because Sharon understood that we wanted to keep it small,

and Dean is just doing his job, which he's probably very grateful to have.

I-- I am very grateful.

So… just let it be.

Uncle Tony!

-Oh, tio! -Hola!

Hi!

He's muted.

Oh, we can't hear you!

- Click the microphone. -It's on the bottom.

-Click the microphone. -Dad, write to him in the chat.

No, that'll confuse him. It's a little box at the bottom. A picture of a microphone.

Where's he going?

Tio, why are you going under the desk?

This is great, Miguel. Just like you said, seamless.

Oh, he said he can hear us. Okay, that's fine.

Okay. It's fine. It's fine. Let's go, let's get started.

Without Santi?

-Haven't we bent enough for Santi? -

Dang, who died?

I knew this was a bad idea.

Santi, a little respect, please?

Hey, brother, I'm just going off the program that you sent.

You made it seem like a party.

How'd you put it?

Let me see.

A Celebration of the Human Life Cycle.

A little woo-woo for Dad.

At least we agree on something. The vest I could do without.

Well, this is my only formal wear.

You look like a caterer.

It's 'cause it's from my old catering days.

Hey, Uncle Tone.

-¿Que pasó? You guys muted Uncle Tony? -No.

He can't figure out the sound.

That's perfect, man. Perfect. Did anyone try to help?

No, we've just been sitting here, pointing and laughing.

His generation is having a more difficult time with all this.

That's an understatement.

Who's the crazy white guy talking?

You know what?

All I can say, at least Dad got out the old-fashioned way.

Only you would romanticize our father's heart attack.

Thank you. Thank you.

He's wearing shorts.

Okay!

Here we go.

Oh, my God.

While this is not how… any of us imagined we would be memorializing Dad--

Santi did.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. This is my dream scenario for Papi's funeral.

Well, there was plenty of time to do this properly before the world caved in.

Oye.

The NBA just canceled their season,

pero you still think it would have been cool for me to hop on a full-ass airplane?

My ass would probably still be stuck there.

Pero you know what?

Mira, as long as La Princesa Reina got her way, then poof.

All I wanted was to have a beautiful service for our father

in a church with a priest.

Not whatever this is, on the Internet con Dean.

Wow, a priest? Un cura.

Man, that's classic.

You probably believe

that we're all gonna be raring to go by Easter, huh?

Can we just move past this?

Girls, seriously? The phones!

Sorry.

All of this negative energy is a distraction.

A distraction from what's real. And what's real

is that we have lost our patriarch.

One of the silver linings, in this paused time is that

it's giving us mental space to reflect.

I've been going through a lot of old photographs.

Flipping through a lot of memories. Some good…

some not so good. I don't know if I'm looking for comfort or answers…

Or maybe the truth.

I'm getting to that, Santi.

Getting to what?

The truth… of who Dad really was.

Papi's gone, Reina. You still gonna live in denial or what?

Miguel.

We all agreed on how this was gonna go. Hmm?

Remember? A little discretion, please.

- You mean lies. -I mean, remembering our father

-the way our mother would have wanted. -Yeah, and also…

…the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit too. Right?

Is there something wrong with that?

With bringing the Catholic church into it?

Um, yeah, there is. Yeah.

Please!

Stop interrupting, you guys.

Tell her.