J.D.: [v.o.] As for my family, we had our own way of breaking the news.
Dan: Hey, little brother.
J.D.: [v.o.] We did it with cake.
J.D.: What happened?
Dan: What, a guy can't take three days off work, travel eight hundred miles on a bus with a double-layer fudge cake just to say, "Hey, how're things?"
J.D.: Dan.
Dan: Dad died.
J.D.: There's ice cream in the fridge.