Niles: Well, I can commiserate with you, Dad. I had a rather bad day on the death front myself. Sherry?
Frasier: Yes, please, Niles.
Niles: I received a letter today saying, thanks to my divorce, I've lost my plot at Seattle's toniest cemetery.
Frasier: You mean, you're out of Verdant Hills? Oh, I am sorry, I know how much you were looking forward to being dead there.
Niles: They've wait-listed me, but I don't like my odds.
Frasier: I don't blame you. One country club fire, you can kiss your chances goodbye.