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There are certain moments in our lives

that are pregnant with possibility:

end of high school...

the day we marry...

the day we die.

These are the times we seem to be standing

at destiny's crossroads,

waiting for fate to deliver the next bend in the road,

waiting for a message from above.

Mail's here!

Anything for me?

Uh, something from Dart mouth, and it's thin.

Ah. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

You're very welcome!

Whoa!

What you got there kiddo?

Uh, something for you and Mom with fancy writing on it.

And for Mom, something from your doctor.

Which doctor?

Witch doctor? Who said anything about a witch doctor? Yeah.

You keep that up, I'm gonna take you to a witch doctor.

Really? Which witch doctor?

Hey, hey, looks like we've just been invited

to the wedding of a Ms. Lynn DiNovi

and a Mr. Lee Scanlon.

Good news? Bad news? No news?

Uh, just new insurance, new rules.

I'm never good at this stuff.

Ariel?

You all right?

I got in! I got in!

I got in. I got financial aid.

I got in!

You got in where?

Dartmouth. Dartmouth!

Dartmouth! Dartmouth! Dartmouth!

I got in, my first choice, Dartmouth.

Oh, my God, Dartmouth.

Oh, my God, I'm so proud of you!

Just don't understand

why she has to go to college in New Hampshire.

Because that's where Dartmouth is.

Because that's where she wants to go.

Because it's time for us to let her live her life.

Hey, I got no problem with her living her life.

Just, why can't she do it here?

You know, I grew up here.

I went to college here.

I'm perfectly happy.

This letter's from your doctor.

It's not about insurance.

Where did you get that?

From my pocket?

According to this, he needs to see you.

He's concerned about that piece of tumor

he had to leave in your skull

'cause it was attached to your spine.

Yeah, he's so concerned that he wrote me a letter.

I mean, he didn't call me, he didn't e-mail me.

I mean, he wrote me a letter.

And you know what?

It's not that urgent.

If you read the whole thing, you'll see.

What he really wants is for me to come in

so they can try some new drug on me.

It's a solicitation for test subjects.

And I'm not sure how I feel about being a test subject.

Allison, we're talking about a drug that...

I'm reading now.

"...virtually eliminates the possibility

"of seizure or death sometimes associated

with vestigial cerebral growths."

I think you'd at least want to talk to somebody about that.

Man, I do want to talk

to somebody about that, but I'm not having seizures.

I think I would know if I were staring at imminent death.

Listen, I promise you,

on Monday, I will call the doctor.

I'll find out what's happening.

Thank you.

I'm just saying that I think if we both take a position about

Ariel going to school closer to home,

I think she might do it.

Hey, look, I heard you, Allison.

Problem for me is that that's not my position.

Are you forgetting?

I grew up in Michigan,

and I moved to Phoenix to study engineering,

thousands of miles away from home.

And thank God I did.

Otherwise, how else would I have met you?

Now, if she wants to move to New Hampshire to go to school,

I think we should encourage her to go.

Am I gonna miss her? Absolutely.

But I couldn't be more excited for her.

Now, come on.

Tell me you're going to get on board with this.

What? Stop looking at me like I'm some kind of ghoul.

I love my daughter.

Am I excited for?

Hey, you know what? I'm more than excited for her.

Am I ready for her to move across country? No.

Am I ready to not see her for days or weeks

or months at a time?

No. I would rather die!

It's not about you! Hey, you know what?

She was accepted to three other schools,

all of them a lot closer.

And that's where I want her, a lot closer, and if...

You know what? If that makes me an awful person,

I can live with that.

Come on, Allison.

You come on.

Oh.

Whoa.

This is nice.

I don't remember you waking up once.

I don't think you had a dream all night.

When was the last time that happened?

Um...

Al, you awake?

Honey, the alarm went off.

Al?

Al?

Al.

Al?

Al!

: Al!

: Al!

Medium 6x22 It's a Wonderful Death Original Air Date on May 21, 2010

Excuse me.

Ice, ice, ice.

I filled the trays with water again 20 minutes ago.

And you'd think, out of respect for Mommy,

these people would drink their damn liquor

at room temperature.

Hey.

Come here.

Um... Daddy.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Yeah. What is it, honey?

Nothing.

You doing all right?

It's a lot to get used to.

My name's Mary-Louise.

I heard about what happened to you, and...

I, um... I live in Phoenix.

Lived in Phoenix.

I read about you.

I know who you are.

I just... thought I'd look in.

See if you were making the adjustment okay.

So, you're...?

Dead? Mm.

Four days.

I think I'm supposed to have moved on by now.

Don't think they like you hanging around.

I don't know.

I just, um... think I'm a little scared.

The whole final destination thing makes me a little uneasy.

I wasn't a bad person, but I was no angel, either.

Besides, once you get over the shock--

this, being dead, hanging around--

it's not the worst thing in the world.

Besides, I kind of want to make sure

the police catch the bastard who did this to me.

Are you saying you were murdered?

Ugh.

Can I show you something, please?

Can you see him?

His name's Clarence, Clarence Denton.

Apparently, he's been in and out of prison.

Rape, assault. Lovely man.

I guess he'd been watching me for a while.

I was on my computer in the den.

Heard this noise in the kitchen.

I went in to see what it was,

and he came up behind me and strangled me with a belt.

I still have no idea how he got in my house.

Then he put his hands all over me,

did all kinds of things to me.

Now watch this.

Supper time.

Oh my God.

Her name is Shannon Mitchell.

I think he grabbed her in Tempe two nights ago.

Anyway, you get the idea.