Stay With Me

GILMORE GROWN

INT. EMILY GILMORE'S BEDROOM

EMILY GILMORE is staring at her wedding ring. It gleams in the light of the massive window beside her vanity. She's dressed in head to toe black. Widowed.

The phone rings.

EMILY: Hello.

LORELAI DANES has lost the battle.

LORELAI: Mom, I'm wearing the pearls.

EMILY: Well, I don't know why you're calling to tell me that. You can wear whatever you want.

LORELAI: [dumbstruck] Really because I seem to remember you telling me, I didn't have to wear your mother's pearl's to dad's funeral, but that I would need to call the funeral parlor to order a second casket…for you, if I didn't.

EMILY: Lorelai, I'm tired. Please just make sure Rory is there on time.

Lorelai winces.

LORELAI: Don't worry about Rory. She'll be there.

EMILY: 10am sharp. I don't need them giving away our slot at the cathedral to Kim and Kanye for their kid's christening or something equally ridiculous.

LORELAI: I got it, Mom. I'll cross North off the guest list.

Lorelai sets down her mug of coffee and buries her face in Luke's chest. Defeated.