there goes the pecs and the eight pack.e back. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, tomorrow >> that's it for us at 11:00. thank you very much for watching. we'll see you back here tomorrow night at 5:30. goodnight. ,,,,,,,, [doorbell rings] alan: hey, charlie, would you see who that is?! it's death! alan: hi, mom! your gardener left this in the driveway. it wasn't a gardener, it was a girl with a grudge. so how was your friend's funeral? oh! terribly disappointing. yeah, in my experience, nothing kills a party like a dead broad in a box. don't be glib, charlie. hello, alan. oh, hey, mom. wow, you look nice. yes, mourning becomes me, doesn't it? if only more of my friends would die. i'm sure the feeling's mutual. charlie, as long as you're over there, make mommy a drink. it's been a very depressing afternoon. thanks for spreading it around. can you believe, two of cynthia's 3 children didn't even bother showing up at her funeral?