Joan Ramsey:  I think the fondest memory I have of Luke was when he was _ nine _ . He had made the most adorable little cross out of driftwood .
Nan: Where 's his body ?
Zoe Benson: I think she meant to ask , where do you plan to have the funeral ?
Joan Ramsey: Well , there will be a service in our church , but Luke is here ... now . I had him cremated . Ashes to ashes , dust to dust .
Nan: You ... bitch !