American Horror Story2011

Joan Ramsey:
I think the fondest memory I have of Luke was when he was nine. He had made the most adorable little cross out of driftwood.

Nan:
Where's his body?

Zoe Benson:
I think she meant to ask, where do you plan to have the funeral?

Joan Ramsey:
Well, there will be a service in our church, but Luke is here... now. [Sets urn on the table] I had him cremated. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Nan:
You... b*tch!