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.