♪ Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes ♪
♪ Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear ♪
♪ Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes ♪
♪ How do you measure, measure a year? ♪
♪ In daylights, in sunsets
♪ In midnights, in cups of coffee ♪
♪ In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife ♪
♪ How about love?
♪ Measure in love
♪ Seasons of love...
♪ Love ♪
♪ Seasons of love
♪ Love ♪
♪ Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
♪ Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
♪ How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ In truths that she learned ♪
♪ Or in times that he cried
♪ In bridges he burned
♪ Or the way that she died
♪ It's time now to sing out
♪ Though the story never ends
♪ Let's celebrate
♪ Remember a year in the life of friends ♪
♪ Remember the love... ♪
♪ Oh, you got to, you got to remember the love... ♪
♪ Remember the love... ♪
♪ You know that love is a gift from above ♪
♪ Remember the love... ♪
♪ Share love, give love, spread love ♪
♪ Measure your love ♪
♪ Measure
♪ Measure your life in love ♪
♪ Seasons of love...
♪ Love ♪
♪ Seasons of love
♪ Love. ♪
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Three weeks to the day since his funeral,
and it's the first time I've had the courage
to even look at the suit I wore to it.
And now back to Lima for a special memorial.
Mr. Shue is planning.
We're all going back... everyone who can.
Being together is hard... it makes it more real...
but I also need my friends right now.
People keep asking me,
"How are you feeling? What are you feeling?"
I have no answers.
Honestly, what can you say about a 19-year-old who dies?
Everyone wants to talk about how he died, too,
but who cares?
One moment in his whole life.
I care more about how he lived.
And anyone who has a problem with that
should remember that he was my brother.
I only keep that out when I know she won't come in.
Rachel?
I'm going now.
This isn't real.
I'm not going home for this.
He's going to be there.
I'm going to spend my entire life missing him.
You know, I've cleared my entire schedule
to provide my services to students and faculty,
and not a single person's come in for grief counseling.
Well, maybe that's because
you're not a certified grief counselor.
Maybe that's because you're just the jittery,
mentally-ill bird lady they turn to
to find out what college they won't be attending
because they missed the application deadline.
If students wish to mourn Finn's passing, they're free
to visit the memorial garden that I erected.
I planted a tree in
the exact location where I caught Finn
and Quinn Fabray fondling each other's breasts.
How can you even
joke at a time like this?
Oh, take it easy, Post-Op Michael Chiklis.
I'm grieving.
And I grieve by insulting those who mean the most to me.
It's just a coincidence that it's also what I do
when I'm not grieving.
It just feels so surreal.
They don't make 'em like Finn.
He was our quarterback.
We honor Finn Hudson by taking care of the people he loved,
and the way we do that
is by helping them to move on.
How?
By not making a self-serving spectacle of our own sadness.
And I think we can all agree,
that's what Finn would have wanted.
I'm really glad so many of you
could make it back for this.
We wouldn't miss it for anything, Mr. Shue.
The funeral
was for everyone, but I wanted to do something just for us.
To memorialize him
the only way we know how...
by singing.
All week long.
Anyone who wants to can come up and sing.
Maybe a song he sung,
maybe something that reminds you of him...
Singing isn't going to bring him back.
No, it's not.
Nothing is.
Not ever.
But... for two minutes or so,
we can all maybe remember the best parts of him.
So, think of what you want to sing,
if you want to sing, and we'll start tomorrow.
Oh, I-I can't wait until tomorrow, Mr. Shue.
I've been bawling for three weeks.
If I don't get this all out now,
I don't think I'll ever stop crying.
Sure, Mercedes. Start us off. Um...
I, uh, remember Finn telling me
that he sang this song to his baby's sonogram.
Well, he thought it was his baby.
He was the first cool kid to be nice to any of us,
and he was... our leader in here.
We love you, Finn.
♪ Oh
♪ Why you look so sad?
♪ Tears are in your eyes
♪ Come on and come to me now
♪ Don't
♪ Be ashamed to cry
♪ Let me see you through
♪ 'Cause I've seen the dark side, too ♪
♪ When the night falls on you
♪ You don't know what to do
♪ Nothing you confess
♪ Could make me love you less
♪ I'll stand by you
♪ I'll stand...
♪ By you
♪ Won't let nobody hurt you
♪ I'll stand by you
♪ So
♪ If you're mad, get mad
♪ Don't hold it all inside
♪ Come on and talk to me now
♪ And hey
♪ What you got to hide?
♪ I get angry, too
♪ Well, I'm a lot like you
♪ When you're standing at the crossroads ♪
♪ And don't know which path to choose ♪
♪ Let me come along
♪ 'Cause even if you're wrong ♪
♪ I'll stand by you
♪ Oh ♪ I'll stand by you ♪
♪ I'll stand by you
♪ Won't let nobody hurt you ♪
♪ Nobody hurt you, no
♪ I'll stand by you ♪
♪ Take me in, into your darkest hour ♪
♪ And I'll never desert you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ I'll stand by you ♪
♪ Yeah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪ I'll stand... by you ♪
♪ Won't let nobody... hurt you ♪ Won't let nobody hurt you ♪
♪ No, no, no, no ♪ I'll stand by you ♪
♪ Take me in ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Into your darkest hour
♪ And I'll never desert you ♪ ♪ I'll never
♪ Desert you...
♪ I'll stand by you ♪
♪ I'll stand... by you ♪
♪ I'll stand by you
♪ Won't let nobody hurt you ♪ ♪ No, no, no
♪ I'll stand by you.
Sweet, gentle Porcelain,
I know you were instrumental in raising the funds
for the tree in the memorial garden in Finn's honor.
All I did was drive to Home Depot
and buy a tree for $20, but, yes.
Well, it looks like we're gonna have to dip
into your West Village Halloween Parade Assless Chap Fund
once again.
Tree is gone.
Someone's vandalized the memorial.
I don't understand! Why would someone do something like that?
Who knows?
Grief can bring out the irrational in all of us.
Sometimes it makes people do very strange things.
Sometimes when people die,
we want to hold on to what's left of them
to get us through the hard times.
I'll take that $20 for a new tree, please.
I prefer exact change.
Thanks.
I marked these boxes so it'd be easier to separate things.
Thanks, honey.
You don't have to do this now. It can wait.
- There's no timetable. - No.
We should do it now, or...
I'm afraid I'll never do it.
Look.
It's the ball from the first game we ever scored at.
You should keep this, Dad.
That was the weirdest football game I ever been to.
Look, it's the faggy lamp
from my Marlene Dietrich
basement redecoration.
I think he kept it in here to prove a point to Burt.
You know, if it's, uh,
okay with everyone, I think I'd like to keep that lamp.
No. It's not okay with me. That thing is awful.
I need a lamp
in my office at the shop.
I tore into him about this lamp.
You know, I was right, in principle,
but, you know, come on. The kid didn't have
a prejudiced bone in his body.
I knew what he meant when he was calling it "faggy."
I wasn't teaching him
a lesson in tolerance, I was teaching myself one,
and he was just unlucky enough to be there for it.
Finn knew how you felt about him, honey.
He kind of liked it when you yelled at him.
Should've hugged him more, you know?
No, it was always...
you know, we'd fist-bump or we'd high-five, but...
I should've given him more hugs.
You know, the last time I saw him,
he was so bummed out about some test at school, and...
I just, you know...
told him to get back at it, you know?
He was worth it.
It was the perfect time for a hug.
But for whatever reason, I just...
I gave him a pat on the back...
and that's that.
Now he's gone.
Oh, d-don't.
I need that.
I want it.
Seeing him come into the hallway wearing this...
it was like Superman had arrived.
God, his arms were long.
I always thought that when I, uh...
How do parents go on when they lose a child?
You know, when I would see that stuff on the news,
I'd shut it off, 'cause it was just too horrible to think,
but I would always think:
how do they wake up every day?
I mean, h-h...
how do they breathe, honey?
But you do wake up.
And for just a second,
you forget.
And then...
oh, you remember.
And it's like getting that call again...
and again, every time.
You don't get to stop waking up.
You have to keep on being a parent,
even though you don't get to have a child anymore.
What's with, uh, the Banksy loser parade?
You're exhausting.
You seriously don't recognize this Dumpster?
Oh, yeah.
Soon as Finn joined the Glee Club, being a loser,
an outcast and a misfit, it... it all became okay.
Hey, give me that jacket.
Seriously, I'll pay you for it.
I'm sure you have a whole room full of mementos.
I got nothing to remember him by.
Well, you can't have this.
That jacket is reserved for people who earned it.
I'm not gonna let you bedazzle it with glitter
and turn it into some Project Runway shawl.
So what are you gonna do, beat me up and take it from me?
Throw me in a Dumpster?
You can't have it.
♪ Just yesterday morning
♪ They let me know you were gone ♪
♪ Suzanne, the plans they made
♪ Put an end to you
♪ I walked out this morning
♪ And I wrote down this song
♪ I just can't remember who to send it to ♪
♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ I've seen fire and I've seen rain ♪
♪ I've seen sunny days
♪ That I thought would never end ♪
♪ I've seen lonely times
♪ When I could not find a friend ♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ ♪ But I always thought
♪ That I'd see you again
♪ Won't you look down upon me, Jesus ♪
♪ You gotta help me make a stand ♪
♪ You just gotta see me through another day ♪
♪ My body's aching
♪ And my time is at hand
♪ I won't make it any other way ♪
♪ Oh, I've seen fire
♪ And I've seen rain
♪ I've seen sunny days
♪ That I thought would never end ♪
♪ I've seen lonely times
♪ When I could not find a friend ♪
♪ But I always thought
♪ That I'd see you again.
Hi, Santana.
Shouldn't you be with Tina in Glee Club?
I-I don't mean to pry... it's just,
I had Tina mourning in song
with the Glee Club until 10:45 at the earliest.
No, I had to get out of there.
Felt like my head was gonna explode.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Principal Sylvester told us the candles have to go.
She said she got a call
from the fire marshal. You cannot let her do this.
Um, he's the janitor.
New Santana Lopez
is right, Old Santana Lopez.
Under the tyrannical jackboot of Sylvester regime,
I am powerless,
and I am too overcome with Finn Hudson-related grief
to fight back.
Okay, this is... this is insane.
Well, Donna, one of us farted,
and I'm about 60% sure it wasn't me.
You have no right to take down that memorial.
Well, as a matter of fact, I do, Sandbags. I allowed
that memorial to remain in the hallway for over a week. Oh, please.
You wanted that memorial gone
because you're such a coldhearted bitch.
What did you just call me?
A miserable, self-centered bitch,
who has spent every waking minute
of the past three years trying to make our lives miserable.
I'm officially over it.
I don't care for your attitude. Well,
I don't give a hot wet monkey's ass what you care for.
You are not my principal.
See, I don't go here anymore, Sue,
and that means I can finally tell you
exactly what I think of you.
I have hated you
ever since the day I met you.
You are a horrible person
who never had a nice word to say about Finn Hudson,
so don't you dare think for a second
that he didn't hate you, too!
If I were you, I would choose my next few words very carefully.
What are you gonna do? You gonna expel me?
You get the hell out of my office!
How about you make me get the hell out of your office?
Donna, call the police. Donna, you pick up that phone,
and I swear to God, I will shove my foot so far...
That's assault! No, this is assault!
Tina, I'm really glad that
you took the time to come talk to me today.
I know a lot of young people
have trouble expressing feelings of sadness.
I just don't know how much longer I can do this.
Do what?
I just don't know how much longer I can wear black.
I feel like this look is so Tina two years ago.
And I spent so much time transitioning away from goth,
and look at me... it's, like, I'm back in that look.
Okay, yeah. I'm just gonna see
what I... have in my drawer here.
Okay. All right.
So, why don't you
have a look at these...
on your way out.
Okay?
Okay.
All right.
Hey, right on time for your 1:30.
I'm happy some people are finally coming to you for help.
Mm-hmm. But I don't think I need grief counseling.
Have a seat.
Come on.
Will, I was with you when you found out that Finn died.
Okay? I stood right next to you at the funeral.
And I couldn't help but notice something.
What?
You haven't cried.
What are you saying, that...
that-that I don't feel anything? No, that's
not what... Of course I feel something, Emma.
I-I feel...
I feel more than I know how to express. I...
I'm heartbroken.
To be honest, I don't even know how
we're all supposed to move forward, but in the meantime,
I have to make sure that the people
around me are taken care of.
Okay. Okay.
Look, I-I... this... Listen to me. Listen...
Listen to me; listen.
I love you, okay?
I know. Whatever you feel and however you want to show it,
that's okay.
I just...
I think there's gonna come a time
when you need to... let it all out, and I want you to know
that I plan on being here for you when you do.
I have to get back to class.
Okay.
You're drunk.
You're beautiful.
You puke in my locker room, you're cleaning it up.
Come on... what's the big deal?
I get needing something to get through the first few days,
but it's been a month.
You don't have to be scared to have feelings.
That's crap!
Of course I do!
Why? We're all having 'em!
Not like mine!
No one understands!
Understands what? Tell me!
That if I start crying, I don't think I'll ever stop!
Finn would've kicked over one of my chairs.
Yeah.
That was his specialty.
Sit down.
Come here.
I can't take it...
What chance do I have of not being an idiot
and hurting people
without him around to remind me who I really am?
You just got to do that for yourself now...
and see yourself how he saw you.
It's not good enough for me!
It's not like when he was alive.
You got to make it good enough,
because it's all we got left.
And I'm telling you this straight,
'cause that's how you and I talk.
He's dead...
and all we've got left is his voice in our head.
I'm sorry, but it's time you...
you got to be your own quarterback.
Do you think we could... retire his number?
Kurt has his letterman jacket.
Maybe... maybe we could frame it or something,
and put it up in here.
Mm.
Other kids should know who he was.
Years from now.
Yeah.
I can get that done.
But you got to promise to put the tree back.
I didn't take the tree.
Fine, I took the tree.
Mm-hmm.
It was a garbage tree, though.
It wasn't big enough.
They grow, you know.
Okay, I know that Finn had his doubts about God,
but I am convinced
that Squishyteets is up in Heaven right now,
plopped down next to his new best friend Fat Elvis,
helping themselves to a picnic of baby back ribs
smothered in butterscotch pudding and tater tot grease,
so, this is for you, Hudson.
♪ If I die young, bury me in satin ♪
♪ Lay me down on a bed of roses ♪
♪ Sink me in the river at dawn ♪
♪ Send me away with the words of a love song ♪
♪ Uh-oh, uh-oh
♪ Lord, make me a rainbow I'll shine down on my mother ♪
♪ She'll know I'm safe with you ♪
♪ When she stands under my colors ♪
♪ Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no ♪
♪ Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby ♪
♪ The sharp knife of a short life ♪
♪ Oh, well, I've had
♪ Just enough time
♪ Ooh, yeah
♪ So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls ♪
♪ What I never did is done
♪ Oh, if I die young
♪ Bury me in satin
♪ Lay me down on a bed of roses ♪
♪ Sink me in the river at dawn ♪
♪ Send me away with the words of a love song ♪
♪ Oh, oh...
No, no. No! No!
You okay?
You sang beautifully.
I couldn't do it.
There was only
one more chorus.
No, not the song.
I had this whole plan to surprise everyone
and not be a bitch for once in my life
and say all these nice things about Finn,
and then, at the last minute, I chickened out.
I even wrote them all down.
Would you read it to me?
No, I can't. It's too embarrassing.
They're, like, really nice.
If there's one thing I've learned from Finn dying,
it's that shame is a wasted emotion.
I'm sure Finn had secrets, too, but who cares now?
Do you really think, one day, on your deathbed,
you're gonna think, "Oh, good, no one knew I was kind?"
Okay.
"When we had sex, Finn never stopped asking me
"if I was okay the whole time,
"and he meant it.
"One time, Becky Jackson left a piece of chocolate birthday cake
"on my chair, and when I sat on it,
"it looked like I had pooped my pants,
"and, so, Finn walked behind me until I could get out of school
"so no one saw my chocolate butt
and thought that I had messed myself."
Yeah, you would've never lived that one down.
No.
He was a much better person than I am.
That is true.
But Finn really cared about you.
And I don't think he would've done all those things
if he didn't think you were decent, too.
Can you leave, please?
♪ Well, we busted out of class ♪
♪ Had to get away from those fools ♪
♪ We learned more from a three-minute record, baby ♪
♪ Than we ever learned in school ♪
♪ Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound ♪
♪ I can feel my heart begin to pound ♪
♪ You say you're tired
♪ And you just want to close your eyes ♪
♪ And follow your dreams down
♪ Well, we made a promise
♪ We swore we'd always remember ♪
♪ No retreat, baby, no surrender ♪
♪ Well, now young faces grow sad and old ♪
♪ And hearts of fire grow cold
♪ We swore blood brothers against the wind ♪
♪ And I'm ready to grow young again ♪
♪ And I hear your sister's voice calling us home ♪
♪ Across the open yards
♪ Well, even we could cut someplace of our own ♪
♪ With these drums and these guitars ♪
♪ 'Cause we made a promise
♪ We swore we'd always remember ♪
♪ No retreat, baby, no surrender ♪
♪ Blood brothers on a summer's night ♪
♪ With a vow to defend
♪ No retreat, baby, no surrender ♪
♪ No retreat
♪ Baby, no surrender.
I love you guys.
Where is it, Puckerman?
It's just a tree. I told Beiste I'd put it back.
No, not the tree.
Finn's jacket.
I went for a lie-down in the nurse's office,
hung it up on the coat rack by her door,
and when I woke up from my grief siesta, it was gone.
I know you took it.
We all know you took it.
I didn't take a jacket.
If we were rounding up
the usual suspects, that would pretty much just be you.
I didn't take Finn's jacket! Enough!
Please!
No fighting this week.
Santana?
Seriously, Puck, you can keep it tonight,
but I need it back tomorrow.
All right? It's Santana's now.
I swear I didn't swipe the jacket, Mr. Shue.
I understand wanting the jacket, Puck.
And I'm not saying that you took it.
I didn't. But if you did,
all I'm gonna say is that all of us want some piece
of Finn to keep close to us.
I owe you an apology.
Have a seat.
Okay, look, all I can say is that I'm really...
Shut up.
You were absolutely right.
Everything you said, you were right.
I was horrible to that kid,
and I'm utterly destroyed
that he died thinking I didn't like him.
Well, maybe this, uh, could be a lesson.
You know, maybe you could start being nicer...
Oh, cut the crap, will you? I don't care about that.
I don't care about people. I care about him.
He was such a good guy.
And I'll never get to tell him.
There's no lesson here, there's no happy ending.
There's just nothing.
He's just gone.
He would have made an excellent teacher.
I thought I'd spend the next 30 years
teaching alongside him.
I thought I had all the time in the world
to rail against him
and his dopey little Glee Club.
Oh, it's just so pointless.
All that potential.
Just...
This is sort of cheesy.
No, it's beautiful.
I just had to see it.
Nobody treat me with kid gloves, okay?
I don't know what to say, either.
I loved Finn, and...
...he loved me, and he loved all of you guys.
I know he did.
I like to sing in the car and, um...
and before Finn, I used to sing alone...
...and this was
the first song that I...
sang with him when we would...
drive around together, so...
this is for him.
♪ When the rain
♪ Is blowing in your face
♪ And the whole world
♪ Is on your case
♪ I could offer you
♪ A warm embrace
♪ To make you feel my love
♪ When the evening shadows
♪ And the stars appear
♪ And there's no one there
♪ To dry your tears
♪ I could hold you
♪ For a million years
♪ To make you feel my love
♪ I know you haven't made your mind up yet ♪
♪ But I would never do you wrong ♪
♪ I've known it from the moment ♪
♪ That we met
♪ No doubt in my mind
♪ Where you belong
♪ I'd go hungry
♪ I'd go black and blue
♪ I'd go crawling
♪ Down the avenue
♪ No, there's nothing
♪ That I wouldn't do
♪ To make you feel my love
♪ Oh, the storms are raging
♪ On the rolling sea
♪ And on the highway of regret
♪ The winds of change
♪ Are blowing wild and free
♪ You ain't seen nothing like me yet ♪
♪ I could make you happy
♪ Make your dreams come true
♪ Nothing that I wouldn't do
♪ Go to the ends of the earth for you ♪
♪ To make you feel my love
♪ To make you feel my love.
That's a pretty hefty reward.
It's not a reward; it's bait.
I'm gonna kick the crap out of whoever brings that jacket back.
And I want it back before I go home.
Home... here home?
New York.
That's my home now.
I'm not coming back here for a while.
More than a while.
Maybe never.
You know, I used to love coming here,
but now this just reminds me
of everything that I've lost.
I understand.
You should go.
Well, geez, Mr. Shue,
you don't have to rush me out of the door.
I'm a teacher.
It's supposed to make me happy
to see my kids grow up and leave the nest.
Does it?
Well, I can say for a fact that
it certainly beats the alternative.
Hey.
What...?
It's root beer. Oh.
Mmm. Mmm.
So, what do you think?
50 years from now, when this tree 30 feet tall
and the kids come to make out under it,
will they know who it was planted for?
Probably not.
You know what's tripping me out
is this line
between the two years.
It's his whole life.
Everything that happened is in that line.
What are you gonna do with your line now, Puckerman?
I'm gonna make a man of myself.
Figured if I don't have Finn, I need an army to help me.
Are you serious? The army?
Air Force, actually.
Thought maybe I could be a top gun.
I think they were actually Naval aviators in that movie.
You know, if Finn was around,
I'd just keep letting him point me in the right direction.
Now...
it's up to me to figure it all out.
I'm proud of you.
You know?
Just don't get shot, okay?
Thanks, Coach.
Keep watering that tree.
You got it.
Have a good line.
Hey, Mr. Shue.
Hey, Rachel.
I get flashbacks when you walk in here and say that.
Good ones.
How are you doing?
Everyone keeps asking me that.
Well, from what I hear, you've been a rock for everyone,
so I know that that means
that sometimes you don't get to grieve yourself.
I'm okay.
I mean, I'm...
I'm really not okay,
but, uh, yeah,
I'm-I'm okay.
More importantly, how are you?
I have no idea.
I talk to him a lot.
I can still see his face
and can hear his voice so clearly.
Do you think that I'll ever forget it?
'Cause I'm afraid that one day, I will.
What do you talk to him about?
Anything.
I mean, when we were dating, it was, you know,
pretty much me talking all the time
and him just pretending to listen,
so it's not really that different.
I had it all planned out.
I was gonna make it big on Broadway
and maybe do a Woody Allen movie.
And then when we were ready,
I would just...
come back, and he'd be teaching here,
and I'd walk through those doors,
and I would just say, "I'm home."
And then we would live
happily ever after.
It's a good plan.
Did you tell him?
I didn't have to.
He knew.
And...
now what?
I don't know.
Something different.
Maybe something better.
I just... I don't think that that's possible.
He was my person.
But thank you so much for doing this.
I felt like I didn't know
if I would be able to sing again,
but now I know that I can.
And I know that there have been a lot of memorials for him,
but I had this made,
and I was hoping that we could hang it in here.
Did he really say that?
He was smart, just, you know,
in an... in an untraditional kind of way.
Come on, let's... let's hang it right over there.
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