Jake & Spencer candidly commiserate about their world’s woes, sing Dame Angela Lansbury a very happy 95th birthday, and leap into possibly one of the worst episodes of television in the history of forever!

An endearing horndog of an old rich man dies by way of a buck wild horse, and the cute basset hound that inherits his entire estate might the one to blame. No seriously. We wish we were joking.

Throw in a Foghorn Leghorn-esque Southern lawyer, an astral projecting daughter, something about a bike chain, and a nice set of withers, and you’ve got yourself one of the most bonkers snoozefests of an episode yet.

Oh yeah. And Jessica Fletcher is there too, we guess.