They were still laughing as Frasier picked up his Bible and his empty glass and silently walked out of the living room.

"Hey, Frasier, what gives?" His father asked, poking his head into the kitchen. "We didn't mean anything by it."

"We were just having a little fun." Niles added. "I'm sorry Frasier. I didn't mean to laugh so much but the thought of you of all people reading the Bible is just-."

"I know. I suppose it is rather… unconventional. But lately-."

"What were you reading anyway? That is if you don't mind my asking."

Frasier smiled at the sight of his sister in law. At least she seemed to have taken an interest in what he was doing, even if she had laughed along with his father and Niles. "Thank you, Daphne. I don't mind telling you at all, actually. I was reading the Easter Story in the Book of-."

Martin's eyes lit up. "Hey! Speaking of Easter, that's Sunday, right?"

Frasier scoffed. How his father could be so out of touch with the real world was baffling. "Yes, Dad. Easter is this coming Sunday, which means-."

"The casino up north is having an Easter Buffet brunch. All you can eat! Should be a hell of a spread!"

Frasier flinched at the way his father used a curse word (a mild one but a curse word nonetheless) in association with Easter Sunday, but he chose to ignore it.

"Sounds lovely." Daphne said. "At least then I won't have to spend all day cooking."

"Well that's a blessing in itself. Thank God for small miracles." Martin grumbled.

"Listen old man. If you think your exercises are tough now…" She moved toward him, but Niles put his hand on her shoulder to keep her in place.

"Brunch sounds great, Dad." Niles said. "Daphne and I will meet you there. Say, nine o'clock?"

"Perfect! Frasier and I will be there."

"Actually, I won't be there."

All eyes turned to Frasier.

"Why not?" Martin asked.

"Because I have some… plans for Easter Sunday." Frasier admitted.

"Oh geez, can't you for once get up in the middle of the night and go home instead of spending the night at your date's place?"

Frasier was appalled at his father's assumption. "I don't have a date, Dad! Not with a woman anyway."

The room fell silent and his family exchanged glances. And after a few seconds, Frasier gasped.

"Oh for Pete's sake that is not at all what I meant! I was talking about God, all right? I have a date with the Lord!"

"Excuse me?" Daphne said.

"You know, church? The place where people usually go on Easter Sunday?" Frasier clarified. "Well, I'm going and that's all there is to it! The three of you can just… go off to your silly brunch and I'll just-."

"Since when do you go to church?"

"Since now, Dad! Have you forgotten when we used to go to Easter Sunday services with Mom?"

"Oh yeah, I guess we did go a few times, didn't we? I barely remember it though. What about you, Niles?"

"Now that you mention it-."

"Well that's just great! Going to church on Easter Sunday happens to be one of my fondest memories but I guess it doesn't mean as much to you, now does it?" He yelled.

"Frasier, come on-."

"I've never seen you go to church before."

"Well, Daphne you've never seen me go to one of my wine club meetings either but that doesn't mean-oh, never mind! If you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do in my room."

"Frasier!"

His heart felt heavy with shame at the way he'd treated his family as he walked out of the kitchen and headed down the hallway to his room. His Easter weekend was not going at all like he'd planned.

Dismayed, he sat down on his bed and prayed for guidance.