"Oh, yeah," Molly says with an emphatic nod, brow raised. "It's gonna suck. I hate funerals, you know? I only ever wind up thinking about my own." There are maybe two people that she could talk about that subject so casually with, and Russell is one of them. He's known about what happened to her, at least in some capacity, since day one, and it's not like he doesn't get it, being here with the awareness that there's nothing else left. It may have come about differently for him, but it's still something they have in common. "And Lee doesn't know about any of that, so... I just gotta try to get through it. Which, yes, means a beer is in order."