Jill: Look, let's be honest. Your mother was not in the best physical condition. The doctor said that she was a prime candidate for a heart attack.
Al: And I pushed her over the edge.
Jill: No.
Tim: You're being way too hard on yourself, Al. This is not your fault. And think of it this way. Your mom went the way she would want to go. She was dining in a fine restaurant.
Al: Surrounded by her favorite side dishes.
Jill: And now she's at that big buffet in the sky.
Al: I just can't believe she's gone. No more do-si-doing at the seniors' center. No more harmonizing with Don Ho.