Skyler and Flynn arrived at White Rose Funeral Home at just after 10 on Sunday morning. They were lead to a small room at the back that had broad windows made of stained glass. In the middle of the room, on a trolley, sat the coffin of Walter Hartwell White.

Skyler and Flynn stood and looked at it for a long time, saying nothing. Skyler felt conflicted. Her heart was being pulled in two different directions, horror on one side, love on the other. She had hoped that she would find things she wanted to say, but she couldn't think of anything. She stood, her jaw clenched and her hands balled into fists, her eyes burning with tears.

Flynn stepped forward. "Hey Dad," he said. "I just...I just wanted to say...w-what the fuck were you doing? W-we had a good life together and we were...a happy family a-and then you got sick, and we...were sad about that but we w-were...dealing with it, and if...you had just...d-died of the illness, we could have a n-normal funeral right now. We c-could have lots...of friends and family around giving...giving us condolences, g-giving us support, and e-everyone being sad that you're gone. But instead, for s-some reason I d-don't understand, you decided to do...s-so many stupid, h-horrible things that have...destroyed us. M-mom said that...y-you said you wanted to do that because you...wanted to...leave us money when you were gone. That is so r-ridiculous it is...laughable! We lost our house, M-mom lost her job, now she...has to d-do a shitty job at stupid hours for al-almost no...pay because n-nobody wants to employ her. I have to do a sh-shitty job too, I can't afford...to go to college, w-we live in an awful...l-little house that's so cramped we can...barely move around in it, I can't have a c-car, I have to take the b-bus to school, the kids and teachers at s-school either m-make fun of me for being a poor kid or...for having a messed up family life, or...or they give me the most s-sickening looks of pity. And y-you know me, y-you know the last thing I ever...wanted was pity.. A-and neither did you, asshole! Now...b-because of y-you, I have to...deal with...dodging nasty comments at school, d-dodging nasty comments on the street, n-not being able to...concentrate...on anything and g-getting terrible marks b-because how am I supposed to handle any of this, f-feeling extra...bad about myself for n-not being able to do...well because the only way I can get to college now is if I...g-get a scholarship, e-explaining and justifying my family...everywhere I go, s-standing up for my m-mom in the school and the s-supermarket and...the street when assholes say… h-horrible things about her, I h-have to take the school bus with f-freshmen and s-sophomores because they...are the only kids in the school who...can't drive apart from...me, the bullies laugh at me e-every day as I get o-off the bus, the bus driver...b-belittles me by keeping the bus stopped for a r-really long time while I get my seat, t-teachers keep giving me pass outs a-and extra time and special treatment, I get dr-dragged out of class to go to a...counsellor...e-every single week, the p-principal pulls me into...her office to...ask me how am I doing and sh-she thinks that she's...being k-kind, but b-being called into the principal's office is...never a good thing. I had to get a...job because my family has no money e-even though I have barely any time to do...school work...a-as it is, given how...freaking long it takes on the bus to...get to and fr-from, we...have to eat the most...boring food be...cause w-we...can't afford anything….nice, we….can't do a-anything fun, we can't...go anywhere nice, th-there's no money for...chocolate, movies, l-laser tag, video games, and I...c-can't even go to L-Lewis's house because it's too...far away from my house, a-and I can't drive!"

Flynn paused, breathless. Skyler stood behind him, her heart breaking, not a single thing she could do to make any of it better.

Flynn took a breath. "That's...all because of you Dad, y-you...you've ruined...my life, but I don't even f-feel I have the right to be com...plaining this much about it b-because..my family's...lives got ruined way worse than m-mine did, and...Uncle Hank got...killed!"

Flynn's volume and pitch rose, and Skyler stepped forward and put an arm around his waist, and her head on his shoulder. She was at the same time relieved that he was letting all this out, and devastated to know that he was suffering it. And most of it had never even said before. Flynn used to say when something upset him. Now he rarely did. He just bore it and gave her the most invaluable support she had ever received.

"Aunt Marie...is heartbroken forever, sh-she's doing much better now b-but I can see it in her eyes; H-holly still...gets scared and clingy sometimes, and Mom is ... M-mom has changed so much, she's a...a shadow of who she used to be, she's s-sad all the time, she...never...smiles, sometimes sh-she gets so scared she's shaking, and...she blames herself for everything, and I'm...really w-worried that she'll n-never forgive herself and...she'll never get b-better, and how can she when people y-yell at her...on the street and the DEA...do everything they can to s-scare her, and sh-she's going to have to go to...prison, all because of you!"

Flynn's was yelling now, screaming, and Skyler gripped him tighter. He took her hand in his. She closed her eyes.

"W-what really makes...m-me feel s-sick about all of it is that I helped you! I looked...looked up to you! I h-hung on your every word, and...all the while you were doing that!"

"That wasn't your fault," Skyler whispered.

Flynn took another deep breath and began to yell again. "I chose you...over Mom and Uncle Hank and...Aunt Marie s-so many times, w-when all the while you were destroying them! You...taught me to love my family, you taught me that...family is r-really important, and then you...pissed all over it!"

Breathing hard, Flynn transferred his right crutch into his left hand so he could put one arm around his mother's neck as she cried. He didn't say anything more.