Fiona Lenore Kleinschmidt: 1952-2005. Listen, who can say dying while hiking is a tragedy if it's your time to go? When it's my moment to check out, I can think of worse places to do it than on the trail. Nonetheless, not everyone's having so easy a time with her death. "Your Aunt Sarah needs our help," Ruth tells Claire after it becomes clear Sarah blames herself for Fiona's death, since she's the one who dragged her on the hike. What? She's swigging merlot directly from the bottle and asking if she's the Antichrist. I mean, ya think?

"Bet you never thought you'd ever see her naked again," David says to Nate in a moment of uncharacteristic insensitivity as Nate looks down at the dead woman in question laid out on the slab. (Seems it was Fiona who deflowered Nate when he was but a lad.) No, he didn't. Not dead, anyway, with a giant, Y-shaped incision up her entire front. But speaking of sharp objects, it's nice to see Ruth and Claire bury the hatchet and see each other's point of view, even however momentarily, which is really family-values-touching, so long as you ignore the bong. "Love isn't something you feel; it's something you do," Nate says. "And if the person you're with doesn't want it, save it for someone who does." Which makes you wonder if he's talking about Brenda. And points for the "Calling All Angels" scene. See, deep down underneath my cynicism is a great big foundation of sappiness. I like it that way just fine. And as annoying as I've found Ruth to be in recent weeks, I felt for her when she realized all the gals weren't really buying yurts and going up to Topanga to live. About as bad as I'll feel for Vanessa when Rico does something to demonstrate he wasn't ready to be taken back. But not as bad as I felt for Ruth and George after his "Consider yourself free" speech.