Lucy: Ben? I am very upset with you. You tricked me. All old and cute on the outside and horrible and cruel on the inside. I was planning an amazing tribute for you. Stories and poems and a dozen purple balloons to signify a cluster of grapes. Well, now I'm gonna pop them so they look like raisins, nature's saddest fruit. All shriveled and dry.
Denise: Hey. Stop being weird. I'm trying to eat my sandwich around some corpses.
Lucy: Why are you eating lunch in here?
Denise: Why are you yelling at a dead guy? See? We all got a lot of questions.
Lucy: I'm yelling at Ben because I made this really beautiful tribute for him, and it turns out he was a jerk.
Denise: So? Did he have all his parts?
Lucy: Yeah.
Denise: Were you able to slice through his tendons, sift through his lower intestines and study the anatomy of his right hepatic flexure?
Lucy: Yes.
Denise: Then he was exactly who he was supposed to be. Who cares if he was a jerk in real life?