Plots with a View

- Councillor Rhys Jones, do come in.
- Thank you, Boris.

May I say you have our deepest
condolences at this time?

Perhaps a few moments to say
goodbye before we close the coffin.

She was so young.
I loved her so much.
I don't know how I will go on.
She's so beautiful.
So serene.

Is that a frozen pea?
Residue... from the fluids we use.
It's almost like she was alive,
and after such an accident.

- You've done an amazing job, Boris.
- Thank you.

She's so delicate and cold.
- Death is cold, isn't it?
- It certainly is.

- Now we can close the coffin.
- No, wait.

I've had an idea.
You've done such a wonderful job.

I want the world to see how
beautiful she is. I mean, was.

I want an open coffin ceremony.
It's just a little gas
settling in the body.

Open coffin?
After such an accident,
Councillor, is that in good taste?

I don't care! Beauty needs
to be seen to be appreciated.

Are you sure that's what Betty...
Mrs Rhys Jones would have wanted?

That's the best
I've seen her look in 17 years.

Thank you, Boris.
He's gone!
Oh, no, no, no, Boris!
What are we going to do?

- Give me the pills, quick!
- What pills?

What pills?
The pills to knock me out!

- I don't have them.
- What do you mean?

I don't have them!
I didn't think I'd need them!