♪
[siren]
Sorry.
Excuse him.
Sorry.
Do I seem sad to you?
Rad?
Yeah. You always seem rad to me.
Sad!
Oh, uh, no. Not at all, why?
He died doing what he loved, Sis.
Except for all the blood, he looked peaceful and happy.
We're talking about Somerset.
Okay, sorry, caught up.
My heart feels frozen.
I just don't think I'm ever going to laugh again.
Have faith, Morgan.
We've been through some tough times before.
Remember when Davian got stuck in the laundry chute?
(laughs) Yeah.
I thought it was a slide to the pants pool.
We're the holy trinity, we can get through anything.
Except for laundry chutes.
Oh, god dammit, they're going to ask us to do the eulogy.
That's easy. We just need to share some memories of him,
and then bow a lot.
I'm going to miss how Somerset always pretended
not to know my name.
I'm going to miss--
I'm going to miss the way he always--
would always, um--
Yeah, because his whole thing was just so--
Watch it.
Is exactly what he was--
Well, that's it.
He looked exactly like that so--
I'm going to miss that.
-So...
So...
♪ [solemn music]
What about the show Friday?
I think we all know what we have to do.
It'll be hard, but I don't see it going any other way.
We're just so young.
But if you two are doing it, I'll--I'll do it too.
Okay.
Well I'm glad--I'm glad we're agreed then.
[door shuts]
Mm hmm. [door shuts]
Guys, I don't think I'm ready for this.
My affairs aren't even in order.
If Somerset were still alive, I'd kill him
for dying and hurting you, Morgan.
I would kill you for killing him for dying, Tryke.
Thanks though.
I know what you're thinking about me.
How can a man with so much edge also be so soft,
like a plush cube?
Can you shush because everything is not always about you.
Well that sentence was about me so I big the differ.
[shouting]
Oh!
I'm so very sad.
Why are you still talking in that accent?
Guys, Somerset's eco-friendly coffin alternative
is leaking on me.
I'm utterly devastated!
Thanks again.
Yes, I am.
♪ Dancing in the club with my shirt off
Oh! Sorry, that's the wrong playlist.
That's--that's my wedding playlist.
My mistake. Let's try that again.
[recorded voice] Oh oh! Whoops!
This is Stanley Badger's Badger Trap,
live at Somerset's funeral, burial bonanza!
Hello, hello, television land.
We are broadcasting live so the whole world can mourn Somerset.
Uh, to start off, Somerset's fan club
has rabidly insisted that they make the opening remarks.
So we'll see you in a minute.
All right!
Um, we would like to present you, Somerset,
with this magic mixture of our tears, and our hair,
and our blood!
In exchange we will accept your lower lip
or an ab or your butt or--
It's only fair!
It's just a fair trade.
[shouting]
It's a fair trade!
Somerset!
[shouting]
Now--come on, guys.
Yes, so Somerset was an Irish rogue.
And our grandmother was from Britain,
so we both have an accent.
Um, we both wrote songs, obviously.
Somerset has a whole vault of them.
Vault.
We both have been on airplanes, avid swimmers.
Uh, what exactly is a eulogy?
I'm not totally sure.
The Plateaus just wouldn't be the same without Somerset.
Yes.
So with that in mind we would like to announce that--
I'm the new leader of The Plateaus.
I'm taking a break from The Plateaus.
I'm honour-bound to commit
What?
The Plateaus are lying in this wet bed, we're dead!
[screams] Noooooo!
Actually, The Plateaus are still together
and better than ever!
Yes! [air horn blares]
Uh, no. I'm pretty sure I'm very sad right now,
so I'm going to take this time to write
a tell-all confessional.
[screams] Noooooo!
No, just give us one moment, please!
Everything's fine. It's--
Ah--where we going?
We are on the verge of something huge here, guys.
I will not let Somerset kill my--our musical dreams.
Somerset wrote all of our song.
I can write a better song than "Yng Luv"
while simultaneously writing a second song
that is also better than "Yng Luv."
So why haven't you, Tryke? Where are you hits?
Show me your hits.
We'll make hits together, 50/50/50,
with me as overall boss.
We don't need a boss. What we need is another hit song
that will make people go "Morgan."
No, we need a cool band leader and a manager
to manage the boring details and allow me to be cool.
(softly) Manager.
Wait, so are we going to kill ourselves or not?
-What?
The band that plays together stays together
and pays the ultimate price together.
Davian, Somerset only said that
because he wanted you to buy that Frisbee for him.
Don't you remember?
Oh, well then I'm in. We're a live band again.
-Oh, oh!
The only way that I'm going to be a live band again
is if I'm band leader because I've a thick stack of lyrics
that are amazing and I don't think
you'll be able to handle it.
As band leader, I agree to let you think that.
I bet you that you wouldn't be able to last on stage
for more than ten seconds without folding.
Oh, I'll fold into a beautiful origami band leader.
I accept your bet.
Even though he's dead, you can still help Somerset live on
by buying one of our remaining band T-shirts,
which we are going to be throwing out
after this service.
If I lose this bet, I will have to tie my body
to Davian's body for 24 hours.
-Deal.
Throw them out as the garbage that they are
as worthless pieces--
[Morgan laughs]
Where there is death, there is also birth
and like the mythical penis, The Plateaus have risen again
harder and stronger!
All right. He meant the mythical penis--
he meant the mythical Phoenix.
He's an idiot, sorry.
So join us tonight for our show.
Yeah! Oh, yeah, come to the show, guys!
Okay.
Uh, great. Which will take place after the private burial,
which only we are invited to.
Also, we want to turn the attention to us,
we shall open the floor for questions.
[frantic questioning]
[birds chirping]
[water lapping]
♪ [solemn music]
♪ ♪
[Morgan grunts]
Somerset said he couldn't marry me
because he was already married to the sea.
So I think this is what he would have wanted.
The tide will take him.
♪ [solemn music]
♪ ♪
Ear-Eye.
I've found an entry point Maestro,
one I think I can-- manage.
♪ [solemn music]
♪ ♪