Indebted

Dave?

Yes, Dad?

Can you help me with something? I think it's your... fridge?

Something seems off.

Well, without even looking at it,

I can tell you that it's not supposed to be

opened and shut every 30 seconds.

Maybe take a break on the snacks.

Yeah.

It looks fine.

Did you, like...

Ow, my foot!

So it's happening to you, too, huh?

Do we have any food in the house?

What the hell?

Uncle Arty is coming any second

and he's gonna expect a big spread.

Uncle Arty's coming? You gotta tell me this stuff.

I did.

Just now.

Maybe he can look at my foot.

Oh, what's the matter with your foot?

It's perfect, like your face.

I love you!

- I love you. -

Hello, family!

I'm here, and I'm starving!

By the way, parallel parking with a phone in your hand

is terrible!

Arty, what's the big news?

Oh, yeah.

Aunt Judith...

- dead. -

Oh, no!

What a horrible way to hear that.

I don't understand.

She wasn't even sick.

Joanna, she was 103.

Age is just a number, Dave.

But that number was 103.

Oh, boy.

Aunt Judith was a cool lady.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, she was my favorite great-aunt.

The last of her generation.

She was like my kindred spirit.

She was the only one in the family

who didn't ask me when I was getting married all the time.

Well, I never ask you that, Joanna.

Thanks, Doctor Uncle.

Because I know it's never gonna happen.

Oh, Debbie, I got to tell you,

she left you something in the will.

Aww. - Her favorite Mont Blanc pen.

Oh. She loved that pen.

She used that pen to write the part of her will

that left me a two-bedroom house in Boca!

She left you a house?

Yeah!

Well, I did some pro bono physical therapy

on her knee before she died,

so at least I know that when she met her maker,

her ligaments were supple.

So you massaged her 103-year-old knee,

and she gave you a house?

I'm very good at what I do, Dave.

Oh, Rebecca!

I have something for you.

All the years, Stewie and I hosted everyone

after the funeral.

It's called a shiva.

We mourn.

We tell sad stories.

We cry a lot.

- I live for them. - Yeah.

Unfortunately, people have to die for them.

Well, anyway,

now that we're living in your house,

I thought it's time for me

to pass the torch...

to you.

Deb!

I'm touched.

I want you to have my shiva shawl.

Wha...?

I have worn this shawl

to every shiva I've ever thrown.

Oh. Thanks, Deb.

I was thinking I needed something appropriate.

Wow! It's leopard print.

Yeah, you gotta have some flair, you know?

I mean, you're not the dead one.

Oh.

Mm!

There are shoes to match, but your feet are too big.

Hey.

- Oh, hi, Davey. - Hi, missed you, baby.

Guess what.

You're gonna be hosting Aunt Judith's shiva.

I have passed the torch of hosting

to your beautiful bride.

Oh, that's so nice.

Now pass it back.

No!

Dave, this is a big honor.

Rebecca, a big honor

is getting to dance with Ellen.

Having my family over after a funeral

is just a bunch of older people complaining

and eating your food, and spoiler alert...

...we already have that.

Yeah.

Look, Dave,

if you don't want to do the shiva, don't.

- You'll do the next one. - Thank you, Mom.

Because it'll be mine,

because you will kill me if you don't take the torch.

David, take the torch.

I don't want the torch.

Take the torch!

It's not a torch for us to take.

We are taking the torch!

Fine! We're taking the torch.

Yay!

This is a big milestone,

hosting our first family event.

Rebecca, it's not Thanksgiving.

It's a shiva.

It's just my family sitting around eating horseradish

and trying to avoid my cousin Dan

so he doesn't invite anybody to one of his stand-up shows.

Yeah, but what if we made it our own a little,

like our wedding?

I mean, we were wedding vanguards, remember?

We were the first people to have a photo booth.

Everyone took all those funny pictures,

except cousin Dan.

Hey, you know who loved it? Your Aunt Judith.

Oh, yeah.

She was always taking the prop mustache

and putting it over her regular mustache.

Exactly!

She was a hip lady who bucked convention.

She would've loved a modern shiva.

Should it have a doughnut bar?

We'll do high-end s'mores.

It's just...

It's so crazy to me that my Aunt Judith

left my Uncle Art a house in Florida.

He's never gonna use it.

He complains about the humidity in the shower.

Would it be nuts to ask him to let my parents stay there?

I mean, at least until he retires

and moves down there full time?

I mean, that would be amazing,

but you'd have to ask your parents first.

It is their life.

Yeah, but their life is filling up my DVR

with "The Masked Singer".

Trust me, I think they're gonna love this plan.

That's a dumb idea. Who the hell came up with that?

We Kleins are a proud people,

and we could never, ever inconvenience our family

like that.

You live in my house.

Exactly!

We have a place to stay.

I'm not asking Uncle Arty

because this is what Aunt Judith wanted.

But ... Uncle Art has a house.

Why does he need two?

But if we asked him to stay there,

and he said yes,

then we would be the ones with two houses.

This is my house!

You don't have any houses.

Forget it!

Hey, Joanna.

Is everything okay?

I'm just so down about Aunt Judith.

- I can't believe she died alone. - Yeah.

I am not going out like that.

I've got to meet someone.

Oh, you will meet someone.

Yeah, well, I meet people all the time,

then they all end up being lunatics.

I'm taking a new approach,

so I made this list of all the traits

I am looking for in a future partner.

Okay.

- Strong swimmer. - Mm-hmm.

Between 5'4 " and 5'9".

Does accents?

Oh, I fancy 'em.

Eeeh. Don't ever do that again.

Hi, girls.

We brought the silver tea service...

- - ...and the family china

and all the chafing dishes.

Where do you want us to put them?