( Beat. ) The inquiry ruled it an accident. They suspended me for a hundred days. A hundred days! It works out to 16.6 days per life. I just donât think thatâs enough . . . Myron      So you sentenced yourself to death . . . ( Beat .) Whatever happened to those ants? Charlie      They gave up and left that crumb behind. I actually kept it in my wallet. Wanna see? Myron      Sure . . . Charlie pulls a tiny piece of folded tin foil out of his wallet and unfolds it on the coffee table revealing a tiny crumb. He and Myron sit there staring at it. Emma and Kim reenter from upstairs. Emma has Christmas lights and a giant red exercise ball. Kim has a ukulele. Emma      Well we didnât find much in terms of decorations, but I found these Christmas lights and this exercise ball. Here, Charlie, this is from all of us. She throws the big ball to Charlie . He catches it. Kim      Charlie, Iâve got good news: I found this ukulele. Iâm gonna play you a song. She notices Myron staring at the crumb. Kim      What are you looking at? Myron      A Pop-Tart crumb. Kim      I love Pop-Tarts . Emma      Are you that hungry? Order a fucking pizza. Myron      Donât eat it, itâs a memento of Charlieâs. Emma      Myron help me string these up. He doesnât move. Emma      Myron? Snap out of it. Help me string these around a little. He helps her string the lights around the room. Emma dims the room lights, making it more cozy. Kim cuts a line of coke on the table next to the Pop-Tart crumb. Kim      Iâm so excited I found this ukulele, cause now I can play you a song. I have to decide if Iâm gonna play you one of mine, or one of somebody elseâs. I mean most of mine are sad little love songs. But you guys seem more like an indie-rock, Brooklyn kinda crowd . . . She snorts a line of coke. Kim      Oh fuck! Emma      What? Kim      Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Emma      What? Kim      Charlie Iâm so sorry, but I think I may have just accidentally snorted your special Pop-Tart crumb. Myron      Are you fucking kidding me?! Kim      It was an accident, I was talking and snorting at the same time and I wasnât paying attention. Donât worry, I can vomit it up. She sticks her fingers down her throat. And begins to gag. Myron      No.      Emma No! They stop her. Kim      Relax! I do it all the time. You think this bodyâs from going to the gym? Myron      What is wrong with you? Kim      Iâm sorry, I got distracted. Myron      And anyway stay away from my coke; youâre like a fucking Dustbuster. Kim      I feel awful. It was important to him. If someone snorted my hamster âChanelâ, Iâd be so upset! Myron      Youâre a fucking idiot. Emma      Myron, relax. Itâs a crumb. Myron      You donât know the full context, Emma. Emma      Lemme go out on a limb here: the full context was the full Pop-Tart ? Charlie laughs. They all stare at him. Myron      Why are you smiling? Charlie ( smiling )      Emmaâs right. Beat. It was a crumb. It doesnât matter. It was just a crumb. Kim starts to tune the ukulele. Her tuning of the uke scores the next section of the play. Myron sits solemnly in the corner. Emma lights a joint and sits down next to Charlie . Emma      Itâs nice to see you smile, Charlie. My Dad could always make me smile like that with his jokes. I