Mere arrives home late one rainy winter evening. Christmas lights twinkle inside her house as she VOs, "It's an urban myth that suicide rates spike at the holidays. Turns out they actually go down." Through a window, we see Izzie putting the final touches on an enormous Christmas tree. MereVO: "Experts think it's because people are less inclined to off themselves when surrounded by family." Mere opens the front door and steps into a winter wonderland that would make the Scientologists weep. George walks over to stand next to Mere, and whispers, "It looks like Santa threw up in here." Mere tells him to just go with it; they're "being supportive." Izzie tears herself away from her tree to ask what they think. "Did I go too overboard? I know sometimes I can go overboard." Mere and George say it's great, just great. Izzie gushes, "Oh, yay! I LOVE CHRISTMAS!" Mere and George exchange glances at this psychotic display of Xmas kookoopants. MereVO: "Ironically, that same family togetherness is thought to be the reason that depression rates actually do spike at the holidays." Izzie busies herself scattering jingle bells all over the already-bedecked mantle, and Mere adds, "Yeah, okay. Izzie doesn't count." I'd like to go on record as vehemently disagreeing.