Marie: Good news. I found a cemetery that can fit us all in.
Debra: [to Ray] Misery, your company's here.
Marie: It's beautiful. But it may be a little tight. See, one of us has to be vertical.
Ray: I don't know, Ma. I'm thinking of going cremation.
Marie: Oh, you want to go off on your own, too? This family is falling apart.
Ray: This does look nice, though.
Marie: See? Debra, would you mind being the vertical one?
Ray: Why Debra, Ma?
Marie: Well, it can't be your brother, his head would stick out of the ground.