Grace: I feel so badly for his little gay nephew, Jordie. He was so upset.
Karen: Jordie. Which one was he?
Grace: The nine year old, with the little black funeral shawl. He sang "Sunrise Sunset."
Karen: Then you're gonna love it the next time Stan dies and I sing "Happy Days are Here Again"! Ugh. I suppose I could tolerate it if he just wasn't coming at me for sex every minute! Ugh. Grace, would you be willing to--