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Okay. Ahh.

Um, my name is Alex Osbourne,

and if you're watching this, it means I'm dead.

Or I'm just showing you. Uh, but I'm probably dead.

To my ex-wife Magda, I leave herpes.

But she knows that, it's dealt with.

As for my collection of Styx albums,

I leave that to no one.

Because that's who appreciated Styx as much as me.

Finally, there's a kid named Abed who makes movies

at my community college, and to him I leave the task

of creating a video tribute of my life.

What follows is some general purpose footage that he can use.

[Kissing noises]

[Mimics rocket engine]

Where did you get this?

Some one-armed guy with a scar on his face dropped it off.

He said he was Star-Burns' lawyer.

How one-armed was he? Tell me when to stop.

- It was the other arm. - You guys!

I feel oddly compelled to fulfill his request.

Would you guys help me write obituary copy?

You mean like, "Star-Burns died how he lived...

in a meth lab explosion"?

Can we turn this off?

I'm not as comfortable with death as you guys.

- He's in a better place now. - Yeah. The blu-ray shelf.

What is that?

Star-Burns also left me his ashes.

He requested they be burnt.

I don't think he knows how ashes work.

The small one's his lizard.

If we rub that,

will he come out and do celebrity impressions?

- I don't think so. - Then I want it out of here.

Give me some more time in a dream

give me the hope to run out of steam

somebody said we could be here

we could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year

I can't count the reasons I should stay

one by one they all just fade away

Sync & Corrections by Elderfel www.addic7ed.com

You guys, how long are we going to avoid talking

about this really serious thing that's happened?

Is it always about the Holocaust with you people?

I'm talking about Star-Burns, you know, dying.

I know it's sad, but death is a natural part of life

and by the time I finish this sentence,

100 people will have died in China.

Why did you stop talking?

I have to call my pen pal.

Star-Burns was a good man.

He barely sued me that time I ran over his foot.

I say we honor Star-Burns by discussing him

the same amount we did when he was alive.

Jeff, have some respect.

He might have been a scuzzy weirdo

who shaved his sideburns into star shapes...

Pai Mai?

It's Troy. Are you okay?

Okay, good, I gotta go. This costs $7.

But he was also a classmate, a kinda sorta friend sometimes

and above all, a human being.

He touched all our lives.

Annie has a point.

The death of a peer, especially at our age,

can trigger a whole range of emotions.

- As a psychologist... - Student.

- I hereby offer my licensed... - Unlicensed.

Services as a grief counselor.

- Grief causer. - If anyone needs to talk,

- the doctor... - Not even close.

Is in.

Britta, I could use some help dealing with my grief.

- Great. - Yeah.

I was hoping you'd say that, because... I came prepared.

You seemed smarter than me when I met you.

Thank you.

For the purposes of this exercise,

I am Star-Burns.

Tell me the things you never got a chance to say to me.

Come on, guys, you can ask me anything.

What's heaven like?

Uh, I don't know. Glittery.

- Ask me something else. - Have you seen Tim Russert?

Guys, you are doing this wrong. Ask me something personal.

Star-Burns, I didn't know you that well,

but why did you smell exactly like salami?

- Abed. - I got one. Where's my comb?

- I don't know. - Yep, it's him.

Why did you tape that switchblade to your ankle?

Why did you always poop with the stall door open?

Is it true you made out with Britta?

I don't see how that's relevant.

It was Fat Neil's black light party.

Vicki saw you. If that's true...

if... maybe it was because she was really drunk

and she had just found out

that her first boyfriend was getting married.

If you guys are gonna do this wrong,

then I'm gonna take these off.

Ow!

Okay, grief counseling is growing on me.

Come on, I'm Dean and my hands are so clean

at this moment I am stapling

- Ben Chang is here. - Ah, send him in.

- Ben, how's it "deaning"? - Can't "com-Chang."

- Just needed you to sign this. - Okay.

Let's just... give this a little look-a-roo.

"Request for increased security."

"Cool new uniforms." I like that.

"Power to enact martial law," not so much.

"Indefinite detention, pepper spray,

involuntary cavity searches... no soft-serve"?

All liquids and gels must be in sealed bottles

no larger than 3 ounces.

I'm sorry, Chang, this stuff is too extreme.

This is a community college, not an inner-city High School.

It's a community college where a degenerate

just blew himself up with stolen lab equipment.

To be fair, it was the crystal meth

inside the stolen lab equipment that blew him up.

That's the problem with you civilian suits.

You want the results, but you don't want to know

how the sausage gets made.

Well, I'll tell you how the sausage gets made.

It's a lot of ground meat and it gets stuffed into a casing

that looks like a cross between a dude's dong and a poop.

I don't know how that helps me, but please leave.

Fine, but you will regret this.

I doubt it.

This just came for you.

[Sighs] Great.

I have to give more bad news to Jeff and his study group.

Hold my calls, I have to pick an outfit.

Who wants to dance?

Nice work, everyone.

Now think about that last little puppy in that basket

out of all those puppies.

And now... he's catching fire too.

[Sobs]

Britta! Why are you making us feel these things?

We need to bring our emotions to the surface

and explore them.

Does it always have to be puppies though?

Oh, come on, everybody.

This is a completely unnecessary process.

What Jeff's doing right now is called denial

and it is the first of five stages of grief

that ends with acceptance.

- Name any other stage. - What are you, my final?

Maybe we don't need grief counseling.

But seems like the least we could do

is have a memorial or something.

Oh, yes, we could have a little service

and I could bring some of my brownies

and I guess someone should sing Ave Maria.

I mean, I can do it. Whatever.

Sure, why not drag it out for weeks?

Why not wallow for the rest of our lives

and never get anything done?

Or we could just admit the simple fact that one day,

something is in your life and one day, it's not.

Dean-jour, mes amis! [Chuckling]

Unfortunately, due to the whole

Star-Burns meth lab explosion,

Professor Kane has resigned,

and you biology class has been can-can-cancelled.

[Chuckling]

Your grade is now an incomplete.

You'll have to make up the credit in the summer.

[Gasps]

My summer is gone?

[Crying] No.

No!

Well, I had a little

rockette kick-line thing planned, but...

[Sobbing]

Ave

Mariii...

iaaa

Okay.

That was Garrett singing, um, Ave Maria?

Ave Maria!

Uh, now, Shirley, I understand you wanted

- to sing something as well? - No, thank you.

Okay, then let's move on to the eulogies.

Does anyone have anything they wanna say

in the memory of Star-Burns?

Oh... Because his sideburns were shaped like stars.

I just got it. I just got that.

Anything at all.

This is a safe place to say

- what you're feeling. - I'll say something.

Oh, oh.

[Light applause]

After learning about Star-Burns' death,

I personally went through the stages of grief

and have now arrived

at the final one... acceptance.

Whoo! Closure!

Acceptance that this place...

This fallujah of higher learning...

is a prison from which none of us will ever escape.

Okay, Jeffrey, now we're mixing metaphors here...

And it turns out...

that Star-Burns, this man in this urn,

was a hero to us the whole time because he did the one thing

that none of us ever tried to do.

He got out.

And then he exploded.

Because Greendale hates its students.

No. No.

It sucks the lives from their bodies

and forces their desiccated husks

to attend summer school.

Okay, Jeffrey, this is a funeral.

Let's keep it light.

Annie, Annie, maybe you could say

something nice about Star-Burns.

Get some sugar to go with that spice.

Way to go, Jeff.

Star-Burns or Alex, as he like to be called,

was a human being.

A Greendale human being...

Like me.

I've given this place my childhood,

my enthusiasm, and my loyalty,

and in return, Greendale has warped me

like a Barbie in a microwave.

Our school flag is an anus!

You were the guys who drew it.

We're not even the best

community college in our community.

Let that sink in.

And the cherry on top on this total lack of sundae...

I'm failing a remedial biology class on a technicality

all because you don't know how to run a school.

- Oh, that's... - Shame on you, Dean.

Shame... on... you!

Edison out. [Feedback on microphone]

[Cheers and applause]

Wow.

Let's maybe not drop the $50 mics, okay, guys?

Shirley, you love Jesus.

I think we all could use

some good old-fashioned religion right now.

[Applause]

Well, uh, all right.

Um, Star-Burns, I'm told,

um, was a drug dealer.

Which, of course, is not good behavior.

Which... but he... it was a business.

Um, he had an entrepreneurial spirit.

Amen.

I had an entrepreneurial spirit.

I had dreams.

Dreams of opening a sandwich shop in this cafeteria.

And Greendale listened to those dreams...

And stole them...

And sold them to Subway.

[Crowd shouts and yells]

Worst wake ever.

I'm starting to get nervous about this.

Yep, it'd be nice to have some protection, right?

Think maybe it's about time you signed this?

Just promise me you'll use restraint.

Yep. Every type we got.

- Gentlemen! - All hail Chang!

This is the day we've been waiting for.

Suit... up!

[All cheer]

When I say Greendale, you say sucks

- Greendale

- Sucks

- Greendale

- Sucks

- Peace. - Boo boo boo.

No, no, no, no, no, no, oh, no, you don't.

[All booing]

Look, I don't know how this got out of hand either.

But as a student who's been at Greendale for over a decade,

I think I've earned the right to say a few final words.

Let him talk!

- I'm sorry. - Thank you, thank you.

Let's burn this mother down!

Yeah!

Helter skelter!

No, no, no!

[Chaotic screaming]

I'm gonna take everything but onions and olives.

I know my comb's in here, you son of a bitch!

[Gasps]

Look, tiny riot gear. Aww.

[Screams]

[Scattered screaming]

It's so peppery!

Oh, no.

[Maniacal laugh]

Strange, I'm not finding any pepper spray on you.

Well, check harder.

It's not like I'm crying because I was chased

by the gang of scary 12-year-olds.

No entry, we're guarding General Chang's prisoners.

Okay, this is my school,

and I will enter whatever I want.

Well, Subway has threatened to pull out of Greendale

and the school board is furious.

Tomorrow, they are having a hearing to investigate

the ringleaders of the riot, aka the Greendale Seven.

Catchy.

How about Pierce Hawthorne and the Greendale Six?

- Pierce! - How about the Greendale Five?

- I'm such a bad Dean. - No, you're not.

Well, you are.

But... We're worse students.

While you tried to save Greendale,

we trashed the school like a TV commercial

where the teacher banned skittles.

That's sweet of you to say, Jeffrey.

But it doesn't change the fact that we're all Ted Danson

at Whoopie Goldberg's roast.

What if we all back each other up to the board

and explain the we were all experiencing

"funeral crazies"?

I can say that's a thing because I'm a psych major.

Ugh, they're still going to need a fall guy.

How about the crazy man who...

commanded a bunch of preteens to spray poison in our faces?

You know what?

It was right under our noses, wasn't it?

Group hug...

Where I'm between Jeff and Troy.

Here we go... oop, you're walking away from the hug.

Hey there, Ben.

Would you mind scooching from my desk?

Got some testimony to get prepared

for the school board meeting tomorrowsies.

That testimony wouldn't happen to involve

pinning the riot on me.

Ben, I'm sorry, but this has gone too far.

I regret issuing those extraordinary powers to you.

I regret letting this child army get out of hand.

I regret giving you that unasked for adult back rub

when you were asleep that once.

[Inhales]

I think we're gonna have to let you go.

Nuh-uh, ain't happening.

I always knew this day would come.

Now the only person getting replaced around here is you.

Oh, my God, it's me.

Ugh! I will...

The single worst wake riot this district has ever seen.

And we've seen our share.

Tables, chairs, floors, ceilings, all affected.

A campus already in mourning is pushed into chaos.

And sitting here facing me now,

the so-called Greendale Seven...

Reportedly responsible for inciting

the entire chain of events.

This is some pretty serious stuff.

Sir... Although my friends and I behaved somewhat irresponsibly,

we shouldn't forget about the circumstances on campus.

We had just lost a classmate.

And a lizard... Your Majesty.

It was an emotional time and we acted emotionally.

But the real question is, how did the school respond?

The riot was exacerbated by the school security staff's

heavy-handed and, frankly, insane response.

[Knock on door] Hey, everyone.

Oh, so sorry to pop in like this.

I really hope I'm not interrupting.

Just wanted to see how everything's going,

and those are for you fellas.

I never forget a face or a favorite cookie.

And I brought extras, because I know how Richie

got into that last basket I brought.

Probably good to have a backup.

I did. I did get into them pretty good.

So everything going okay?

Or are you guys going to trash this building too?

Yeah, we were just going over the charges.

Seems like you had your hands full with these individuals.

This is crazy.

- You guys are really buying this? - Excuse me?

Chang is a psychopathic wannabe warlord

with an army of prepubescent thugs.

He was living in the school's air vent system

with a monkey!

That's not...

Well, where's the Dean? He'll tell you.

Hey, guys. Can't stay, gotta run,

but, uh, these troublemakers have got to go.

I think I've heard enough,

and I don't see what choice I have.

Greendale Seven...

Jeff Winger,

Annie Edison,

Pierce Hawthorne,

Britta Perry,

Shirley Bennet,

Abed Nadir,

Troy Barnes,

you are hereby expelled from Greendale Community College.

May God have mercy on your souls.

Rusty bucket? Rusty bucket?

- Rusty bucket? - Yep.

Okay, transform and roll out.

[Chuckles]

13 years of college down the drain.

I was gonna be the first one in my family

to graduate from community college.

Everyone else graduated from normal college.

Now they're really gonna give me a hard time.

You're drinking?

Yeah, well, my life can't get double ruined.

Can't believe we're expelled. Greendale was our home.

Britta, isn't it time for you to explain

that every failure is also an opportunity?

- Whatever, I'm the worst. - I'm also the worst.

Not gonna argue, but I am gonna forgive you.

[Doorbell buzzes] That's the pizza.

Roll a die to see who gets it?

I'll get it.

You guys remember our housewarming party?

What would have happened if I had just let Jeff

roll the die that night?

I assumed this was the best timeline,

but what if it's the darkest?

Well, I don't think anyone knows

what you're talking about,

but it does seem like things couldn't get any worse.

No.

We're all gonna get through this.

We're all alive and we're all fine.

And Britta, you're not the worst.

You're the best.

He's right. Things are bad.

But we're together.

That makes this the perfect timeline.

Wait. There are other timelines?

[Chuckles]

Pizza time.

[Chuckling, chattering]

[Rock music]

[Crowd cheers]

you never see the dawn

when you have blood in your eyes

the night will fight with steel

until it brings you down

Star-Burns

burn the night sky alive

[Grunts]

Star-Burns

burn for his country and honor

he will never die

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