Possibly my favourite episode of the series.
Not excruciating at all. This was a fun little meditation of ageing and mortality triggered by a sort of funny realisaiton.
I was physically laughing along during the Frank and Marie scene, fascinated by the show's take on the strange obsession we have with death as a race (even on our earthly bodies after death) and ultimately moved by this very real existential problem.
Unusually Debra is the one in the wrong. Maybe it's the machisimo talking, but she actually embodies the normal, humdrum attitude about just denying your own ageing and death to yourself through mundane rituals. It's actually kind of creepy.
In the end the whole comes full circle in a satisfying little package.
