Recently ran into a rerun of this episode and realized I miss the Six Feet folks.
Poor, dear Arthur. He really did love Ruth. He was kind and simple and childlike in his affection for her. However Oedipal their relationship might have been, he clearly understood an elegant truth: love doesn't involve the anonymous delivery of fecal matter.
More televisionary wisdom to live by.
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