Man, was that a gushy episode of The Walking Dead! Seriously, there were bodily fluids and heartfelt moments gosh-darn everywhere! Both human and undead descended to lower elevations! Hey-yo! Euphemisms off, spoilers on, and all that shibboleth.
When we last saw The Walking Dead, Shane had served up Otis to the ravenous horde like it was Sunday brunch at a Shoney's filled solely with the horrifically hungover. One guilt-shave later, and the rest of Rick's caravan's now bivouacking on Hershel's farm, attending delicious Otis' funeral, and listening to shorn Shane's sugarcoated eulogy.