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Life for a happy couple is turned upside down after their young son dies in an accident.
Becca: Does it ever go away? Nat: No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't - has gone on for eleven years. But it changes though. Becca: How? Nat: I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be aweful - not all the time. It's kinda... [deep breath] Nat: not that you'd like it exactly, but it's what you've got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh... it doesn't go away. Which is... Becca: Which is what? Nat: Fine, actually.
Nat: You know, Becca, when your brother died, I found the church very helpful. Becca: I know. I know you did, but that's you. That's not me, and Danny... Danny isn't Arthur. Nat: You know, I brought you to church every Sunday. Becca: Let's not start this again, okay, Mom? I'm just... I'm just calling about the cake. Nat: You're not right about everything, you know? What if there is a God? Becca: Then I'd say he's a sadistic prick. Nat: All right, Becca, that's enough. Becca: "Worship me and I'll treat you like shit." No wonder you like him. He sounds just like Dad.
Becca: Somewhere out there I'm having a good time.
Becca: And so this is just the sad version of us...
[last lines] Becca: [voice-over] And then what? Howie: [voice-over] I don't know... Something though.
[first lines] Peg: Becca? Becca?
Becca: Why didn't He just make one, if He needed another Angel? He is God, after all.