The first 200 lines.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death, amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of god,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
Hello?
Hey.
There's a switch right behind your head
if you want... Switch?
The switch for the light.
It's right behind your head if you want to...
Oh. I'm good.
Okay.
Whenever you're ready. Okay.
Aren't you supposed to, like, ask me for a sin list
and call me a child or a lamb or some shit?
Thing. Something. Sorry.
It's your first time?
How did you guess?
There aren't any real rules to this.
I'm just here to help.
With what, exactly?
Your relationship with god.
Oh...
Sorry.
Again.
Don't apologize. This is for you.
Okay.
Well, thing is...
I'm dying.
I'm sorry.
You're probably thinking,
this chick's trying to clear the desk at the last minute or whatever,
you know, hit the redo button on the way out, but...
I'm not here to judge you.
And that's great, and everything,
but I'm really not here to save my own ass.
I'm here for a practical reason as opposed to spiritual.
What would that be?
Funeral arrangements.
This isn't usually how that...
I'm sure you've got a guy I'm supposed to call...
Or maybe a website.
I just... I don't know how much time I have left,
and I really don't want to spend it planning an event
I'm not even going to be able to attend.
I want a nice casket.
Nothing to over the top, but not boring either.
The kind of casket that makes people think,
"wow, it's a shame she died so young."
But I don't want it to elicit tears.
Just enough...
You know...
Whatever you call it...
So they'll miss me in that, um...
That fond memory kind of way.
I really am sorry.
Thank you.
I may have needed this.
Definitely needed something.
This is what I do.
Yeah, well, this seems to be what I do, too.
As far as pallbearers go, are those included
or should I make a list of ex-boyfriends
with decent upper-body strength?
Um, I...
I think that you should probably... screw it.
I'll do cremation.
Thanks again for listening.
You sound nice.
I keep hearing some sort of reverb.
Reverb's not the problem.
It's like a flange or...
I'm-I'm hearing something. There's no flange.
Do you even know what a flange is?
Maybe the problem is that our equipment
happens to amplify your vocal imperfections.
Full disclosure. I haven't had an opportunity to read the manual
but I don't think this piece of equipment comes
with a setting for drowning out jealousy
because I think you're jealous,
is what I'm trying to say.
Of... of my singing.
Was I flat again?
Hmm.
Death is everywhere.
We can try to run from it,
deny it, hide away
in the most articulate, philosophical explanations
that man has been coming up with since, well...
Man.
The Bible certainly has a lot to say about it.
Trust me, I know. I've skimmed the book more than a few times.
The truth is...
Is that the more that I think about death,
the less I seem to really understand it.
And guess what.
That's okay.
Because knowing that our time here is limited,
that's what makes it matter so much.
Good, Daniel.
Most inspiring one yet.
You don't think it was a little dark?
Well, Matthew made it dark.
You're just commenting on the writing.
You got a gift.
It reminds me of a younger version of myself.
It doesn't mean they'll laugh at the Bible skimming bit.
Well, I just thought that...
You thought that it was funny
enough for a laugh pause.
I mean, maybe a slight smile,
a courtesy chuckle,
but a laugh pause?
What if I work on the timing...
I've only been with this parish for 30 years,
and you, just-just over one.
I'm sure going with your gut is the right call.
Oh, come on, come on.
What, father? Why...
Even the Franciscans have... Have some rules about... this.
Let me check, father.
And cometh game day,
'tis okay to go forth
in the colors of thine chosen team
unless thine chosen team
is the Purdue boilermakers or the Kentucky wildcats.
God is good.
Tip off's in five minutes. I'm making my nachos.
You never told me how the Friday-night confession went.
Oh, it was... fine.
There was uh...
It was nothing.
It was fine.
Daniel?
Oh, the game's about to start.
I should probably...
He would have been proud of who you've become.
Your dad.
Have a good night, father.
Hmm.
Skimmed the book.
Rivers crosses over...
Are you serious? Did you see that?
Come on! Did you see that?
Shoot the... three pointer. For the love of god.
Basket. Dunk.
Father, you're from here, yes?
Yeah. How do you not love basketball?
I think it's definitely a b... A good way of...
Okay, okay, okay, okay, tell me this.
W-what's-what's your thing?
My thing? You know, your thing,
like I... I played third string power forward
on my junior high basketball team.
I went on to never actually make another squad after that,
so that now I live through them.
Delusional hoop dreams and saturated fat...
That's my thing. What's yours?
Uh, I... yeah, I guess, I mean... god.
God what? God's my thing.
What?
No. Why is that... what no?
Look, you gotta... you gotta find something of your own,
something selfish and stupid and...
Human.
Otherwise you just might wind up like Victor.
What's wrong with that?
He wears his collar to target.
I mean, he literally puts on his collar
to buy honey nut cheerios and toilet paper.
Now, that's weird.
That's weird.
Don't... don't be weird.
And don't bring that shit in the Lane!
Oh, do not bring that shit in the Lane!
Do not bring that shit in the Lane.
Yeah! That's what I am talking about. Okay.
Mm.
Welcome to Hoosier basketball.
All the best, father.
Am I late?
I'm sorry, are you lost or...
This is Saint Martin's, right?
Mark's.
I'm Jane.
No, it's Saint marks. The church.
I'm still Jane. The person.
Daniel. Father Daniel.
Nice to meet you, father Daniel. Nice to meet you...
Jane.
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