Jay: I'm not gonna argue the proper use of "ta-da." This is it.
Gloria: Seriously? In the file cabinet?
Jay: It's called a crypt. And how are you not getting how great this is? We're four down from Bugsy Siegel.
Gloria: No. I'm not going into any wall. I'm going in the ground.
Jay: Sorry. Not me. There's enough not to like about death without adding dirt and worms. The whole thing gives me the willies.
Gloria: You die, you go to the ground. It's natural. You go back to the earth. Here you're just a mushy bag of bones rotting away for all eternity. [to elderly woman] Sorry for your loss.