Pilar Sandoval: 1970-2005. Roller-blading with three dogs, no helmet, on the cell phone, coming down a big hill. Let's face it... some people need to die. Now Rico wants to know why Nate tried to handle the intake with the grieving parents when he doesn't speak Spanish. Good question. Then Nate mocks Latinos' approach to burials. I sense a schmuck-Nate episode coming. (And here's Brenda to tell him the baby's developing normally, no irregularities. What, on this show? Don't hold your breath.) Then Nate stands up in the Quaker service to say how much he feels at peace being there, which would be a nice gesture if it weren't aimed at buttering up Maggie. Yup, schmuck-Nate time. Of course, Brenda matches him by referring to Maggie as a "sappy little ferret," but I suppose I should give her a pass since she knows exactly what her husband is up to. I'll say this for Nate, though I like his green-funeral idea, just as I like Rico's Latino-outreach idea.
But now let's talk about what I didn't like. Nate uses the mere possibility that the baby could be born with problems making it sound like it's definitely going to happen to get Maggie into bed. Schmuck-Nate. Which would work, dramatically, since showing Brenda waiting for him at the Quaker meeting she decided to support his interest in the religion and meet him there while he and Maggie have sex was suitably painful to see. But my god... his arm goes numb and then he collapses in an apparent stroke to end the episode? You've got to be kidding me. One impressive note, however: This show just cleared that shark by a mile.