- Funerals really get you thinking about.
- About what to say to people.
Exactly, I mean, what am I supposed to say?
Sorry, that guy died.
Why should I be sorry?
It's not like I killed him.
- All you have to say is.
- I'm gonna go hide.
- Anyway, what it really meant
is that funerals get you thinking about.
- About who's gonna attend mine.
Yeah, me too.
- It's not really what I meant.
- Because lemme tell you, there are some people
I do not want there.
- Right.
- Like my old coworker, Timmy, I hate that guy.
(person laughing)
- Well, I guess you're just gonna have to outlive him.
- Oh, I will, I'll see to it.
- I am so sorry about your uncle Clarence, Amelia.
- I barely knew him.
- Oh, okay.
- Why are all of my employees here?
- I told him all to be here to support you
during this difficult time.
- I would've felt more supported
if they had just kept working.
- Sure. - So sorry for your loss.
Lunch is included, right?
- He was 103 years old, died of old age.
- Well, isn't that an interesting coincidence?
- Very interesting coincidence.
- Clearly a coverup.
But the question is, who would kill an old man?
- I've watched enough true crime shows
to know it's always the wife.
- True, but I think the wife died 25 years ago.
- Then there's a chance it's not the wife.
- We must investigate.
- It's the least we can do for Clarence, who we never met.
- Everyone is so raw and vulnerable at a funeral.
- Makes it a good place to meet some Honey Bunches of Oats.
- Honey, the cereal?
- Is slang for spicy senoritas.
- No way.
- Don't act like you've never heard it before.
- I don't believe anyone's ever heard it before.
- All right, I'll catch you later, I see a Honey Bunches
of Oats on our way back from the coffin.
(people chattering)
- I just love this.
The energy, the people, the stories.
- A dude died.
- That's what I'm saying.
It should be a celebration, not a boohoo baby cry fest.
No offense.
(person crying)
- None taken.
- I think it's time for someone to go around
and cheer everyone up.
- Wish I had popcorn.
- Did you say there's popcorn somewhere?
I'm starving Marvin.
- So much emotion.
Do you mind if I get a few candid shots?
- Yes.
(camera clicking)
- What, move.
No, no, no, no, not you.
- Get the shot, get the shot.
- What are you doing?
- Sorry, when I see a camera,
I have an uncontrollable posing reflex.
The doctor says it's incurable.
(person sighing)
- We never talk at work.
So I was hoping if I stand here, we could also not talk.
- Yeah, sure.
You ever heard of Honey Bunches of Oats?
- Okay, nevermind.
- So the deceased was your grandfather, huh?
- Yeah.
- What did you stand to gain from the old man's death?
- What?
- Perhaps there was more hiding in your grandfather's closet
than a stack of old girly magazines.
- Okay, sorry, I gotta go.
- Suspicious.
- What could have pushed a young man
to commit.
- Grandpatroside.
(dramatic music)
- So what brings you here?
- Death.
- All right, cool.
(gentle music)
(camera clicking)
Oh, you blinked, let me try again.
You are killing me.
- Get where I look really sad.
- Really, dude?
- People, why the long faces?
We're at a funeral, not the DMV.
- This is painful.
- Aha, let's hook up some music.
Who wants to hear my Spotify Wrapped?
- Who is this?
- Painfully hilarious.
(music whirring)
- Sorry, most of these tracks are white noise
that I use for sleep,
but there are some bangers in here somewhere.
Just hold on a second.
Oh, here's one.
No, it's just more white noise.
(person sneezing)
- Oh my gosh.
- Oh, sorry, I was just tying my shoes.
- Your shoes are Velcro.
(gentle music)
- Sorry, that guy died.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Not that I need to apologize.
My hands are clean.
- Okay?
- If I killed him, then I need to apologize, but.
- I think they're about to start the service, so.
- Yeah, right.
(gentle music)
- I have so many amazing memories of Uncle Clarence.
Like there was this one time he was at this location.
- Wow, I feel like I'm there.
- How does Anna Maria know your uncle?
- She doesn't.
- He did this thing that was so funny.
You just kinda had to be there, it doesn't really translate.
- This is better than Netflix.
- But I laughed so much when it happened,
I pooped my pants a little.
One last thing.
You know that essence of Clarence?
That Clarensense, that thing
that just makes you laugh so hard
you need to have a extra pair
of pants whenever you're around him.
You might think that now that we've lost him,
it's gone forever too, but it's not.
He lives on through us.
(person crying)
- Are you okay?
- I just remembered there's no Taco Bell breakfast after 11.
- Now for our next eulogy.
- Okay, hold up.
I got something to say.
- In retrospect, this was a bad idea.
- Our story begins with a man departing this earth
at the ripe old age of 103.
But something didn't add up, maybe Clarence was murdered.
- Oh.
- Or maybe it was just natural causes after all.
- What?
- Or was it?
- All right, this is inappropriate.
- Oh, we're not joking around, we're amateur sleuths.
This is actually our first case.
- It turns out that Clarence
was leading a double life.
Unknown to most, he was an avid online gamer.
- This eulogy is even worse than mine.
- And over time, his online avatar, the Clar-incinerator
it became famous in the gaming community
for his epic ponage of noobs.
- The Clar-incinerator,
he's poned me many times.
Is it wrong if I say I'm glad he's dead?
- Yeah.
- Somehow the grandson found out
and became consumed
with jealousy over the old man's virtual glory.
- Okay, what?
- Most troubling to this young man here
was the Clar-incinerator's legion of young female fans,
or as they're known online, Honey Bunches of Oats.
- Told you. - Shut up.
No, I refuse to accept this, no.
- Is this normal at a funeral.
- You're fired. - That's fair.
- The grandson confronted the old man, a confrontation
that fueled by a toxic mix of envy
and energy drinks escalated into a tragic finale IRL.
- Okay, that is enough.
You are making a mockery of this funeral.
- Sorry, maybe we were.
- You'll never take me alive.
- I knew it.
(person sighing)
- Oh my gosh.
(camera snapping)
Move outta the way.
- What?
- Oh, no, no, no. Not you, not you, not you.
- Take this.
Wanna see what else I learned in karate class?
- Get lost.
- All right, cool.
- Okay.
- Ow, you bruised my shoulder.
- You two whack jobs were right.
- Life as it turns out, can be stranger than.
- Wait a second.
How did you guys solve a murder in 20 minutes?
I'm just curious.
It's not like I'm trying to plan a murder
and wanna see where this guy went wrong.
- A witness came forward.
(gentle music)
- Hi, yeah.
I was just standing by the coffin and.
- Oh, no, grandpa.
I'm so sad, oh, game over Grandpa.
Try respawning now.
(person laughing)
All the Honey Bunches of Oats are mine.
- Enough with the Honey Bunches of Oats.
I am sorry.
- Okay, really?
You guys are gonna believe this weirdo.
- Well, that and the part where you screamed,
you'll never take me alive and brandished a weapon.
- Right, okay.
- Ah, and here are the police to take you away.
(sirens whirring)
(dramatic music)
- Got a pizza here for Theo.
- Unless the police got new uniforms,
I don't think that's them.
- Theo.
- That's me, thanks.
- Why does the pizza guy have a siren?
- He ordered an emergency.
- Emergency pizza, yeah.
- Pizza Hutt does emergency pizzas now.
- I could use one of those.
♪ A stranger's come to town ♪
♪ They call him Mr ♪
(person laughing)