Bury Me When I'm Dead

Henry.

Henry?

Are you dead?

What are you doing?

Sleeping.

I had a dream.

I was walking on the beach

in the ocean.

It was sunny and warm.

You were there

we were happy.

Oh, call the gas company

and schedule the shut off.

Don't forget.

I'll do it at lunch.

Mm-hm.

The listing agent's gonna

come take photos next week.

She says it won't be on the market long, though.

I thought it'd take longer.

Thanks.

Are you gonna miss anything, you think?

Nothing really.

That can't be true.

You're sad. I can tell.

What's to miss?

What about that Greek place with the vegetables?

I do hope they have good tzatziki in California.

Yeah, you know what?

I'm pretty sure they will.

How's it look?

Uh... Looks fine.

Yeah, we took it a few trips down Branson.

Sounds fun.

It was hell.

You think hell's fun?

Not particularly.

I want to tell you, it's not.

Only good part about it was everyone sleeping in the back,

dead quiet,

wife leaning against the passenger window.

Late night drivin',

empty road, radio on.

Seein' paradise by the dashboard light.

Any leaks?

A little bit of oil.

That's about it.

She's got some age on her.

She hasn't given up the ghost yet.

That's the last of the forest earth

Mike.

- Is that everything? - This is all I can find.

- Yeah, that's it. - Great.

Hudson Flowers, this is Henry.

-All right. -Yeah.

And your change. Two twenties, two tens.

Thanks.

You got that? Great.

All right, let me get her. One sec.

Catherine, phone.

Busy morning?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks for covering.

I get it. I'm awesome.

How'd it go?

We're buying it.

Great.

Where's the aspirin?

It's buried in one of the drawers, I think.

Sorry.

Love that sweater, by the way.

Oh, it was my aunt's.

Hi. This is Catherine.

No. We're so glad we could do it.

It was really a lovely service.

Yeah. Yeah, we are.

Marina del Rey, right on the beach,

right on the ocean.

Yeah.

You're so welcome. Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Who was it?

Mr. Bartle.

Thanking us for the lilies

we did for his wife's funeral.

How was it?

Small.

Poor guy.

It was so sudden.

Right after he left the hospital.

Total shock.

Catherine?

You have a large mass

in the anterior occipital lobe of your brain.

Catherine.

Catherine?

Glioblastoma.

A tumor.

Cancer.

That's what caused your seizure.

I had a seizure?

Hard to know what to expect.

Mood swings, vision loss, paralysis.

Only thing for sure is it's going to go from bad to worse.

Fast.

Chemotherapy is an option.

Quality of life isn't great, but it might give her

another year or two if she wants it.

What did she say?

Chemo.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

We could talk about it at home.

You don't have to think about it right now.

I already decided.

I called him from the car.

Dean Hyders, at Johns Hopkins.

He'll see you first thing.

He pushed back, but I reminded him

of all the shit I'd done for him over the years.

Rescued him from two divorces,

that DUI,

and I dug that prick out of a sour land deal.

- He owes me. - Dad.

Another thing,

I don't like that Dr. Benway, never have.

Dad.

You insist on seeing that quack

at some low rent, piece of shit hospital.

-I don't understand it. -Dad!

I'm not getting treatment.

Well, you're not going to California, that's for goddamn sure.

Say something!

Weak.

Huh? You're not going to say anything.

You're going to pussy out like you do

with everything in your life.

- Be a man! - Gary. Enough.

God damn it, Patricia.

I said enough.

Henry, could you excuse us?

Great.

Huh?

Fine. More for me.

I never liked you, Henry.

That shouldn't come as a surprise.

She deserves someone better.

Someone to protect her.

This world's gone to shit.

It's only getting worse.

Trust me, I see it every day.

When I'm gone

who's gonna protect them?

Fuck if you are.

Tell me what you want, Gary.

She told us about Periwinkle.

So here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna tell her what she wants to hear.

The woods, the acorn.

She's turning into a fucking tree. Whatever.

But when she's gone...

Henry, you're gonna bring her back.

You're gonna bring my baby girl's body back home to be with her family.

You can keep the condo, the car, the bank account,

but if you don't...

You listen to me very carefully, Henry.

You go through all this hippie bullshit,

you know, the Earth, heaven, living forever nonsense,

I'm gonna be up your ass with so many lawsuits,

you'll want a bullet in your fucking head

'cause it'll be less painful than what I'm gonna do to you.

When I'm finished,

you won't have shit.

You'll be nothing.

Just a dirty worm stuck on a hot sidewalk.

You'll be dust.

Good talk.

A parting gift.

Need anything?

For this day to be over.

I'm gonna take a bath,

take some medicine and fall asleep.

I shouldn't be long.

Tell her I said bye.

-Hey. -Hey.

How is she?

Not good.

How's Henry.

He's been better.

Yeah.

For real?

I need to talk to you.

We're leaving tomorrow.

California?

New Hampshire.

Random.

She wants a natural burial.

Holy shit.

She's not coming back.

Um...

What about the shop?