Come on, Peter. Here’s your suit. It’s heartening to see
so many strange new faces here today. I know my mom would be very touched. And probably a little suspicious. My mother was a very
secretive and private woman. That’s grandma. You know you were her favorite, right? Even when you were a little baby. She wouldn’t let me feed you
because she needed to feed you. But she was a very difficult woman, which maybe explains me. I recognize you from your mother. What? Sometimes, I swear I
can feel her in the room. She isn’t gone. She had private rituals. Private friends. Who’s gonna take care of me? You don’t think I’m
gonna take care of you? But when you die. She wasn’t all together there. At the end. Mom? I don’t like this. Dad, I don’t like this. What’s happening? Peter! Don’t you ever raise your voice at me. I am your mother! Please stop! Mom? What’s happening? Make it stop! Make it stop! I just don’t wanna put any
more stress on my family.