I’m trying to get over my “this show is for chicks” issues, but each week there’s more evidence that points to the truth, like:
The case this week had something for everyone. Ned has to prove he was innocent in the death of gigantic funeral director Laurence Schatz, as in “Died while he Schatz himself.” Chuck wants in on the duty to make amends with the fact that fatty died so she could live. And Emerson wants that sweet, sweet bling. And because the produces haven’t forgotten about us dudes, there’s more cleavage, although some of it includes the two fat funeral directors (bringing the cleavage count up to a whopping 8 boobs).
When things seem to be going better and everyone is at peace with the fat funeral director’s death, the fat funeral director’s brother, also a fat funeral director, turns up dead, too, and the murder is going to be pinned on Ned. Emerson, Ned, and Chuck somehow evade the police and drive a gigantic dead guy three towns over to a funeral home. So let me get this straight: I get pulled over for having an air freshener “obstructing my view” and they can drive away with a half-ton corpse? I just have to remind myself that it’s a fairy tale.
So the episode ends with Emerson deciding to lose some weight after being compared to Winnie the Pooh, Olive ignoring the perfectly nice and potentially well-connected drug warlord, and Ned and Chuck deciding to get freaky with some Saran wrap covering their naughty bits. Things get wrapped up in a nice little package that also contains many family heirlooms that are sent to the deceased. If you’re wondering why a package arrives tomorrow with a dildo in it, just remember that’s what your grandma asked to be buried with. I wouldn’t touch it though, Grandma was a freak.