Debra: You met them?
Frank: During the fight.
Marie: What fight?
Frank: There was no fight! They didn't want to get their good suits dirty.
Debra: What happened?
Ray: A few people - I don't know, I guess they were the mourners - they got a little upset 'cause we almost caused a pile up when Dad cut off the hearse.
Marie: Oh, Frank.
Frank: What kind of rush is he in? He's dead!