As the girls enter the funeral home, Blanche starts sobbing. "Why Sylvia? She was not even 75 and was planning to travel to Europe this summer!"
Dorothy took her hand. "I know, dear! It is very sad. But at our age, we must be prepared to lose our dear ones. And we have to support each other!"
Sophia blurted out "Better her than me!"
"Mother! How can you say such a horrible thing?"
"What did I say? I just meant I want to keep on living. I need to know how Dynasty ends!"
"Mother, you're HORRIBLE!" Dorothy replied, secretly laughing.
The women walked up to Sylvia's casket.
"She looks great!" Rose observed.
"You couldn't get her to put on makeup when she was alive!" Blanche added.
A stranger approached. "On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world."
"That is beautiful!" Rose said.
"Henry David Thoreau." The gentleman replied.
"Well hello, Henry! I'm Rose, and this is Blanche, Dorothy and her mother Sophia!"
"Oh no, I'm not Henry David Thoreau!" the gentleman chuckled. "I was just quoting him. My name is Frank Nelson. I am the director of this funeral home."
"Nice to meet you Frank!" Blanche said, seductively. "What time do you get off work?"