Jerry: Mitchell and Claire, Dede wanted you two to decide who gets to keep her. Sorry, Jay. She left you out of this one.
Jay: No worries, Jerr. I'm good with the sand.
Claire: Hang on. Uh, what do you mean, "gets to keep her"?
Jerry: That's Dede. We had her ashes organically fused with the root ball.
Mitchell: That is so Mom.
Claire: I know. Setting up one last thing for us to fight over, because neither of us want that tree.
Mitchell: Because both of us want the tree. What?
Claire: That was easy.