Al: Oh, thank you, guys, for coming. You remember my brother Cal.
Tim: Cal, sorry about your mom.
Cal: Thank you.
Jill: Hi, Cal. How are you?
Cal: I'm trying to be strong.
Jill: Well, you don't have to be. I mean, a funeral is for grieving.
Cal: You're right. [sobs] I wish I was in the casket with her.
Tim: You're a therapist, right?