Stan was running out of time! He wanted to kill his wife before she found out he had murdered their son. So he went outside and began searching in Jeff's van for clues.
"Hey, Mr. S," said Jeff, who was stoned. "Did you have a nice election day?"
"Of course I didn't!" yelled Stan. "Obama got re-elected, and America is going to turn into Russia! Where's Francine?"
"You mean Mrs. S?" said Jeff. "I haven't seen her since she and Hayley went out to vote."
"Of course!" shouted Stan, pounding his fist down on the floor of the van. "Why wouldn't Hayley be behind this?! I bet she's the one who talked Francine into voting in the first place!"
"Why are you so mad, Mr. S?" asked Jeff, who was stoned.
Stan didn't respond. He picked up Jeff's toilet can, and dumped its contents into his son-in-law's mouth. The boy choked.
"Jesus, Mr. S, what is wrong with you?!" Jeff cried.
Stan placed his gun inside of Jeff's mouth.
"Smoke this!" he said, and he blew Jeff's brains out.
Stan hopped out of the van and set it on fire.
"You haven't won, Francine!" Stan shouted to the heavens. "You haven't won!"