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Cryotherapy is
great for circulation.

It keeps me in peak form,

which matters just a bit
when your job is saving lives.

The closest cryopod's in
Portland, so I make do here.

It's ironic, really, extending
my own life in a space

reserved for the dead.

The only trick is
ignoring the smell, yeah.

Hey, Ralph, you want
to give it a go, buddy?

Helps burn cals.

Well, it's a pass from Ralph.
Fair enough.

Uh, all right, well, once more
unto the breach, huh?

Whoo!

He's been unconscious
since he came in.

We are giving him morphine, uh,
but there is a DNR in place.

So we will let nature
take its course today.

I'm so sorry.

You know, delivering this
kind of news is never easy.

We have to remember that
this is a sacred moment

for these families.

Sometimes it brings
out the best in them.

And then other times--

- Well, I want an autopsy.
- Oh, Jesus, Martin.

He's 96.

His home nurse was
way too comfortable.

She's ready to move in.

Of course you don't trust
the woman that I hired.

- She did something to him.
- Maybe you guys could--

Do we have to do a morgue?
My dad hates tight spaces.

He wouldn't even sit in our
tree house when we were kids.

There we go, bringing
up the tree house again.

How many minutes did that take?

I'm going to give
you guys some privacy.

I could also go.

I have been waiting--

waiting for you to bring up
the tree house.

This is why you've
got to have a plan.

They don't have a plan,
and now they're arguing

about where to put
the poor guy.

Well, no one's going to
be fussing and fighting

over this old-lady corpse
because I review and update

my end-of-life plans monthly.

I'm ready to die
at a moment's notice.

I just want to be cremated
and then have my ashes

mixed with glitter and blown
out of an air cannon

at a club in Vegas.

On Strip, not off.

I'm staying local.

I already got burial plots
for me and Tim and the kids.

I got four
for the price of three

'cause Costco had,
like, a thing, so...

Yeah, but what if your
kids are married and have

a family of their own?

Maybe they want to be buried
with them.

Tough.
I made 'em.

I'm keeping 'em.

Well, I suppose you're
all wondering

what my death plan is.

And the answer is,
I don't need one,

mm-mm, not for another 80
or so years.

In fact, I might even skip the
whole dying thing altogether.

What?

Living forever is
impossible currently.

But, man, are we close
to cracking that nut,

and I'm going to be
around when we do.

Although my chronological
age is 38, my bio age is 21.

Now, that's the result of
a dedicated wellness routine.

53 supplements a day,
daily meditation rituals,

and constant
genetic screening.

Is it a lot of work?
Sure.

But the reward is a little
something called infinity.

There's an emergency
in my father's room.

OK, I'm coming.

My sister keeps
playing chimes.

And I'm stopping.

He hated wind chimes, and
these are his final moments.

It's better than the Fox News
you keep putting on.

Dad would want
to be informed!

Man, that guy
really hates chimes.

Listen, I can't
with that family today.

You're going to stay with them
and watch for time of death.

Oh, uh, it's just
I've never actually seen

someone die before.

Well, let me fill you in
on how it works.

When they're dead,
look at the clock.

No, I just mean that moment.

You know, seeing
the lights go out,

realizing a human soul
has left God's Earth.

Serena can you watch
for time of death in 103?

Sure.

But it would be
a good learning experience.

You know, get a big D
under my belt.

I'm going to follow her.

Serena!

Interesting turn of events.

Looks like it'll just be me
and Serena

and the guy's kids
and the guy--

for a while, at least.

You know, all that
talk this morning

got me to thinking about
my own end-of-life plans.

You know, I recently
had to dump my executor,

and I would love it
if you took over.

Wow, Joyce,
I'm--I'm really flattered.

Well, good.

All the details
are figured out already.

Oh, that's very thorough.

Yeah, everything from
the font on my headstone--

Garamond--to the catering
at my wake--

Tex-Mex, tapas--it's all
here and ready to rock.

You know, my boyfriend,
Sanderson, was my executor,

but then we got in a fight,
and I had to get rid of him.

OK. Well, um, you know what?
Yeah, I'd be happy to do it.

- Yes. Slay, mama.
- Oh!

I'm going to go
update these pages.

Oh, you gentle fool
of a woman.

What?

I was the executor
of my grandmother's estate.

It was a huge headache,
and she was nowhere near

as crazy as Joyce.
- Oh, come on, she's not crazy.

She's just quirky.

Besides, who cares?

It's going to be a tiny bit of
work, like, decades from now.

Well, I've known
Joyce for a long time.

Nothing is tiny.
Everything is big.

When she was
a first-year resident here,

she used to wear
these insane magenta scrubs

with two pairs
of shoulder pads on underneath,

you know, to project power.

Even then, I told myself,
that woman is a lot.

Alex?

Hey, keep your lunch free.

Um, I've got a notary
coming this afternoon.

If we don't finish at lunch,

we'll just pick it up again
after your shift.

Excited!

Excited.

- You're taking his ring off?
- Yes, Martin.

His hands are swollen.
- OK, I can hold it.

Give it to me.
I have pockets.

- We all have pockets.
- Give it here.

No, I'm not going
to give it here.

Uh, how about some food?

Not eating can
really raise tempers.

Back home, we call it
getting hungry mad.

Yeah, why don't you go grab
us some food, Martin?

Oh, you'd love that--
tell everyone I was eating

a turkey wrap while Dad died.

That's not what
she's saying, Martin.

Stay cucked, Dave!

- I've had about enough--
- All right.

How about I'll get the food?

I'm hearing turkey wraps.

We also have
a great French yogurt.

Yo-plat.

It's good.

Well, my notary is late,
as per youzhe.

I'm looking for a new one,
if you've got someone you like.

Uh, you know, I'm actually
between notaries

at the moment, Joyce.
- Gotcha.

Yeah.

Oh, I added you
to our family's text thread

so you can familiarize
yourself with everyone.

Yeah, I saw.

They're a really chatty group.

You'll grow to love them.

You should come
to my lake condo

this weekend,
catalog my assets.

I'll call a few cousins,
have them drive

up to meet us on Saturday.

- Uh, Saturday's not great.
- Hey, guys.

You planning
a little girls' trip?

No, we're not.

Yeah, because your
condo is kind of far.

You may want to make
a weekend out of it.

But, Alex, you hate being home
on the weekends anyway, so...

Ron, that is a great idea.

We'll have the whole Henderson
crew meet up with you

for a wine-and-ham night.
- Oh--

Most of us are lactose
intolerant, so bring

your own cheese if you want--
we will not take it.

- Oh.
- It'll be fun.

So the new plan is
to die before Joyce.

These are
my DNA screening results.

It's amazing
how detailed it gets,

especially if you do
extremely well financially.

You know, you got
genetic markers

and disease-causing variants.

You know we use this
to print patient charts?

Uh, yeah.

Val, that's right.

Computers can do a lot
of different things.

Uh, ooh, see here,
I'm allergic to birch.

I didn't know that.

I mean, that's helpful.

What's that red flag mean?

Huh, I don't think
I've ever--

Well, let me just scroll down.

The middle wheel scrolls.
- Yeah.

Click it in,
it goes even smoother.

Yeah.

OK.

It says here I got a 16% chance
of getting something

called Hollins Syndrome
in 30 to 40 years.

Doesn't sound
like a big deal.

20% mortality.

Oh, God, I'm trembling.

Uh, excuse me.

No, I can't--
this is not a good time.

I need a second here.

Thanks.

How long is the cord?

How long is it?
What's this for, a giraffe?

Ridiculous!
- I'm going to log you out.

There's
my paperwork princess.

No, queen.

Yas, my queen.
- Hey, Joyce.

My notary just got here,

45 minutes
after I asked him to be here.

There was construction
on the interstate.

Hey.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

You don't have to be polite
to him--he's just a notary.

OK, so are we ready to make
this thing official?

Um, yeah, I have been
wondering, Joyce.

Are you sure that I'm the right
person to handle your estate?

What?
Why?

You don't want to do it
or something?

No, I want--
of course I want to, Joyce.

It's just, um...

Ron wants to do it.

- Ron?
- Yeah.

He was pretty upset

when he found out
that you asked me and not him.

It's just because you guys
go way back, you know?

And he kept saying, like, how
well each other from residency

all those years ago.

- He talks about that?
- Yeah, he said that you had

these, like, cool magenta
scrubs, right?

And he was like, wow,
she seems powerful.

That's what I was going for!

- No way.
- Yeah.

And here we are, flaunting our
fun, ham-filled,

lake condo weekend
right in front of him.

- I know.
- I can't believe this.

OK. Thank you
for telling me this.

I will have a chat
with him right away.

- OK.
- You can wait.

You need anything notarized?

Affidavits,
custody agreements, or...

Oh. Uh, no, I'm good.

Thanks.
- OK.

Well, if you change your mind,
I have my stamp.

Cool.

They're still at it, huh?

It's like, why start
a family if that's

what everyone ends up with?

I still want kids, though.

I think if you're
with the right person,

you can make
the family you want.

That's what I'm looking for.

Matty, that's cute.

I hope you find it.

So do I as--as well.

So who are the contenders?

Are you crushing
on any guys at work?

What?

That new X-ray tech,
his ass in those scrubs?

Oof. I mean, I would,
but he wouldn't want it.

No, no, I'm not, uh...

I'm not gay.

You thought I was--
you thought I was gay?

Yeah, you have that picture
of Shawn Mendes

saved on your phone.
- That was haircut inspo.

It was for my barber.
- Oh, my bad.

I thought Serena
and I were making progress.

If you asked me this morning,
I would have told you

I was about a third of the way
up this hill.

But it turns out I am
at the bottom

of a giant pit
that is next to the hill.

And in that pit, I'm gay.

OK, the doctor will be
here in a minute.

Did someone have a little
chitty-chat with Joyce?

I don't know what
you're talking about, Ron.

Joyce and I talk about
a lot of things, you know,

because, uh, we're gal pals.

Well, let me fill you in.

Joyce just asked me to be
the executor of her estate

right after she asked you.

What?

Ah, well, I guess if she
wants you to do it,

then I'm OK with that.
- Yeah, well, I'm not.

But I couldn't say that
because she was crying,

and she told me
she never realized

our friendship meant
so much to me.

Ugh, the bond you guys have.
Honestly, I'm jealous.

I know what you did.

And a part of me respects it.

A larger part of me
is annoyed by it,

and an even larger part cannot
wait to teach you a lesson.

And an even larger
part has sympathy

for a working mom who's just
trying to get a break

from all the nonsense?
- Nope, we're all out of parts.

And how is cremation
going to work anyway?

You get half his ashes,
and then I get half his ashes?

You know what, Martin?

It's controversial,
but I think we should

keep our father in one urn.

Maybe you guys can
hash this out later.

And where is this
urn going to live?

Are we going to mail
it back and forth?

This is technically
a quiet wing,

so if we could just calm down.

We're not going to calm down.
We're grieving.

So maybe you could just
mind your own business.

Don't snap at her!

OK, I know emotions are high,
but everybody in this hospital

is dealing with something,
so freaking out on the people

that are trying to help you
is not useful.

And this may surprise you,
but lunch was $85.

And I tipped Peter
at the register 20%,

and I'm not including that
because I am a nice guy.

Thanks.

Um, Peter doesn't
make the wraps,

so you don't have to tip him.

He was looking right at me
when I was tapping the screen.

That's Linda's.

What are you,
the iced tea police?

You know, just let
him have it, hon.

OK?
Then he'll shut up.

Please.
Come on, honey.

Oh!

- Matt!
- Uh, it's OK.

It's just my lip
and teeth and tongue.

Also, I'm dizzy.
- What did you do?

You hit the poor
little boy doctor!

Yeah, Keith.

She was like a dog with a bone.

What's so funny, you guys?

I'm not sure.

Oh, hey, Joyce.

We were just talking about
that time Hector got sick,

and, uh, Alex set
up his meal train.

Yeah, that was rough.

He was touch and go
for a few weeks.

Yeah, I'm telling
the story, Keith, OK?

She'd asked us all to pitch in,
and she remembered his,

uh, food preferences.

And so she had this Excel
spreadsheet and everything.

She was a real superhero.
- The amazing Alex.

We are not
workshopping this, Keith.

She really could do anything
she puts her mind to.

Oh, yeah.

OK. OK.

Well, what's the funny part?

Well, the funny
part is that somehow

she's not in charge
of everything

and she really should be.

Oh, I see.

Well, yeah--I was waiting
for a bigger payoff,

but, yeah, that is funny.

Funny.

Hey, remember when
Hector came back from--

I can't get the number
out of my head.

16%, 16%, 16%.

16% chance
in 40 years, Bruce.

And the disease itself--

I've never been to Europe
or any of the other places.

Bruce, you're fine.

You're going to die on the same
schedule as the rest of us.

Yeah, that's the problem.

Just think of all I've done
in my first 38 years.

Really, go ahead, visualize it.
- I'm visualizing it.

Well, now, imagine
what I could do in 100 years,

in 1,000 years.

I'm not worried about
missing out on the world.

I'm worried about the world
missing out on Bruce Schweitz.

Maybe I should have children,
preserve my bloodline.

You should definitely
not have children.

Yeah, probably not.

If there were a nurse here,
you know, Alex--

Hey!

What ya--what ya doing,
friends, huh?

Heard my name.

Best keep
my name out your mouth.

Sorry.

Alex, Ron was just
singing your praises--

totally unprompted.

Oh, she's organized.
She's capable.

How sweet is that?

That is so Ron.

You know, he's just
such a great guy.

I would trust him
with my life--or my death--

you know, any major
milestone really.

Well, she really brings
the best out of me.

- Oh. Mm.
- Out of all of us, really.

I think--

Is something
going on with those two?

No. No.

But maybe.

It's fine.
I just need to wash it.

Let me help you, dude.

You defended my honor and
got clocked with an iced tea.

I mean, that was some
"Real Housewives"-type stuff.

You got to change your shirt.
- Oh.

Yikes.
How'd you get that?

You fall off a trampoline
or something?

Oh, uh, no.

Back home we were repairing
the grain silo,

and I got got by a piece
of scrap metal.

Wait, that's this one.

Oh, uh, this is actually
a horse we were breaking in.

I got bucked off, so...
klutz alert.

When I first heard we were
getting a nurse from Montana,

I was like, "Montana."

But then Matt showed up,
and I was like, "Montana."

But now I'm sort of like,
"OK, Montana."

She has the natural warmth
of a caretaker

but the mind of, um...

Not a lawyer--
- Not at all.

- An executor.
- Oh.

OK, well,
that is interesting.

You know, did I ever
tell you about the time

that I lost Ella
at the state fair?

Six hours, no contact.
The police were called.

Whoa, where was she?

Uh, on the Tilt-A-Whirl.

Wow.

Six hours
on a five-minute ride.

That's 140 cycles.

She messed up from that?

No, she's fine.

Although, who knows?

You know, we never
had her tested, so...

OK, Alex, you're acting
really weird.

What's going on?
- Noth--

OK, what is up with me,
Joyce, is that...

You know, you're--
you're my friend.

We've been getting really close
lately, and I just...

I don't know, I think about
you dying, and I just--

I can't.

Yeah, me too.
I'm--I'm sad about that, too.

Oh.

Well, sweetie,
I don't want you

to have to feel
all that grief now.

So why don't we just let
Ron do it, OK?

OK, yeah.

Yeah, I guess that's
probably for the best, so...

OK, well, we're going to
change that paperwork.

Ron, why don't you swing
by my office later?

We'll talk responsibilities,
executor fee, all that stuff.

OK?

Wait, sorry,
there's an executor fee?

Oh, yeah.

It's only $50,000,
but I hope it provides

some comfort
when the time comes.

But you don't have to worry
about that now, OK?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You guys are out
of Cool Ranch, by the way.

OK, your breath stinks.

$50,000.

Please just tell Joyce
I should be the executor.

Changing your tune
just because there's

a little money involved--
very tacky.

Come on, Ron.
50 grand is not nothing, OK?

And I've got two kids
to send to college.

And, you know,
the little one eats worms.

He's not going to get
a scholarship.

Your kids are grown.

You don't know that
I'm done having kids.

I could pull a De Niro.
- Please.

Please?

Fine, I will tell Joyce
to make you the executor.

All you have to say is,
Ron, I learned my lesson.

You are not to be trifled with.

Yeah, I'm not
going to say that.

But thank you so much
for telling Joyce.

So the logic is you two
deserve the house

because you
gave him a couple of baths?

Have you ever had to
gently wash your own father's

genitals, Martin?

Because it's significant.
- He's going.

So is a house.

The house is significant
as well, Linda.

Listen, picture 96 years--

Oh, Bruce,
we need you in here.

For a million dollars,
I'd wash 'em right now!

- That's gross!
- Just stop!

It's happening!

♪ The walk
to the god house ♪

♪ Seems to take forever

♪ People seldom go that way

♪ The path is like
a cemetery ♪

Time of death, 2:01 p.m.

♪ Tend to string
out over miles ♪

♪ 'Cause the people want
to just be left alone ♪

♪ People want
to just be left alone ♪

We love you, Dad.

I'm sorry I didn't
come by more.

♪ People want
to just be left alone ♪

I'm so sorry.

♪ People want to
just be left alone ♪

I am so sorry.

Hollins Syndrome
is just a word.

Well, two words, technically--
a phrase, you know?

I've been so focused

on Bruce Schweitz
100 years from now,

but what really matters is
Bruce Schweitz right now.

I'd rather live 100%
with my 16% risk

than live 16% of 100% of life.

You know, because
that's only, what, 84%?

If--no, that's not right.

Um, who's got a pen?
Anyone?

- Alex.
- Hey.

I am so pleased that
you've accepted this position.

And, Ron, I'm so proud of you
for stepping aside,

despite how
much you wanted this.

Mister notary, uh,
the, uh, documents, please.

Are you sure about this?

Well, that's weird.

By committing
your name to paper,

you will become my most
trusted friend and confidant.

Well, I'm honored, Joyce.

Where do I--here?

- Just--
- Enough!

Are you really going to go
through with this, Jojo?

Well, you've
left me no choice!

Did he call you Jojo?

Look, I am sorry that
I didn't get you a plus-one

to my college reunion.

But that does not mean that
I am not committed to you!

Well, what else could
it mean, Sanderson?

You wanted to fly solo...
- Sanderson.

So you could flirt
with divorced ladies!

No, no, none of my friends
from home brought dates.

Yeah, because they're
all losers, Sandwich.

They're not worth your time.

- Sandwich.
- Wow.

So this is your boyfriend?
- Yeah, off-again.

Babe.

Wow, what a cool
and interesting way

for us to meet him.

Joyce, don't give up on us!

Look...

I'll start paying rent, OK?

And--and
you know what else?

I'll wear the ring you gave me.

On your ring finger?

Fine.

- Really?
- Yeah, I will.

- Already leaving.
- Oh!

You think it's,
like, a promise ring?

I don't know.

Stop that. Come on.

I'm not going to lie--
I thought she was making up

Sanderson the whole time.
- Me too.

I guess my kid's going to have
to go to a state school now.

But it's fine, you know?
He needs to be close to Mom.

Well, if this helps,
I looked over her plan,

and that 50K was based
on a 1996 valuation

of lots of Sears stock,
so you really dodged a bullet.

Mm-hmm. And you found this
out before or after

you let me take the job?

Absolutely before.

Say it, Alex.

Ron Leonard is not
to be trifled with.