(Izzie and Cristina are in the waiting room with Alice and Mrs. Franklin) 

Izzie: We know how confusing this must be, your husband dying so suddenly . But an autopsy will tell us why. 

Mrs. Franklin: So you think we should do the autopsy? 

Alice: No, we just wasn't this to be over . 

Cristina: But, don't you want to know for certain what killed him? 

Alice: My father was a mean drunk who couldn't hold a job. That's what killed him. 

Izzie: I understand that you're angry. But knowing for sure might help give you some closure. 

Mrs. Franklin: It was awfully sudden, Alice. 

Alice: Sudden? He's been killing himself for years. 

Mrs. Franklin: He was a good man. Maybe...maybe they're right. Maybe we should do the autopsy. 

Alice: Mom, stop it. He's dead. It's finally over. 

Mrs. Franklin: Alice, your father would have wanted... 

Alice: Who cares what he wanted?  Can't we please just try and get out of this with whatever shred of dignity this family has left?