This episode is titled: Andrew and Ashley and Gravedigging the Graves Graves.
It's a terrible idea. It's risky. And stupid. But Ashley managed to convince Andrew that something really conspiratorial could be hidden in their alleged graves. Maybe the body of someone connected to the insurance fraud?

Figuring they'd be buried in the same cemetery as their grandparents, the siblings are at the Fuckerville Cemetery to look for their dead bodies.

"Man, why can't this place just be in alphabetical order?" Ashley bemoans. They've searched how many rows, now?
Andrew is disappointed: "...They're not just gonna move every tombstone each time someone new dies."
"Yeah, no duh, jackass. It's a rhetorical question."
"Rhetoric implies you're making a point. You're not, you're just being stupid."
"You're stupid! I said we should've split up from the start, but you're just soooooo fucking scared of the dark!" Ashley flips the bird.
"I'm not scared of the dark, you little shit, we're trying to avoid suspicion." Andrew looks aside for a moment, "Besides, what if a stranger catches you by yourself at this hour?"
"It'll be fiiine. A damsel just has to yell for her knight in shining armour to come rescue her."
"Shining armour is probably bad for staying hidden here..."
Ashley giggles. "Whatever, I've got a gun anyway. I'm checking the other end, cya."

And that she does. ...Who knows how long passes. This place is far too big, and the night far too cold for Ashley to feel like she's getting any closer. "I swear, if they're not here, I'm headed back to Andrew" she mutters amidst the tedium.

Ashley turns over to the next row of graves, and faintly makes out a person in the pitch black distance. Ashley has two options:
1. Get the fuck outta there.
2. Wing it.
Ashley wings it, approaching the individual. As she gets closer, she can tell it's a woman.

The woman notices her, looking as though she's seen a ghost.
"A-Ashley?"
"Ah shit... Hey Julia."

Julia is absolutely floored, horrified, and concerned, while Ashley has the most terrific face of unamusement of her life.
"A-A-Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
Yeah, she is. Maybe she should take this opportunity to fuck with her
"Oh, I'm dead alright. And now I get to take my ultimate revenge by haunting you forever." Ashley says with a monotone voice.
"..."
"Boo!"
"Yikes!" Julia reels back. Maybe it's not a good idea to make too much noise, actually.

"...Y-you're not actually a ghost, are y-you?" Julia shivers, so very cutely. So cutely. And yet so hussily.
Ashley's feigns an impatient look, "Of course I am! Now, look, Andrew and I were looking for souls to haunt, but we got lost from our graves and can't find them anymore. Do you know where they might be?"
"Erm...actually, y-your graves are h-here. I'm visiting Andrew."
"Over my dead body you are!"
Quite.

Ashley walks over to inspect the tombstones. Yep: Andrew Graves and Ashley Graves.
"What're you doing visiting my brother anyway? I thought you dumped him."
"Ashley...I don't really want to talk about that with you..."
"No, tell me. You fucking abandoned him when he was starving to death! Why didn't you try bringing us food?"
"I couldn't!"
"Fucking weak. And you thought starving was a good time to dump him? Way to read the room, you selfish slut."
Julia begins to tear up. "Please stop, I'm sorry..."

The guilt and sadness in Julia's affect was mildly satisfying to Ashley. She'd of course love to scream suicide encouragement to her, but this is neither the time nor stealth mission for that.
Julia does present a whole new problem, though: she's a witness.

To a ghost or a living person, Julia is a witness.

Stumped, Ashley thinks to herself: "I should probably tell Andrew that Julia's here, but I really don't want him to meet that skank ever again... And I can't exactly let her go, either... Great."

It is an illusion of choice, as Andrew had already come running ahead after hearing a female shriek.

"Ashley, are you alright!?" Andrew panics.
"Ah shit... Yes, Andrew, ghosts can't get hurt, after all."
"What are you talking abo-"
"Shut up Andrew! Look, I found our graves, as well as Cuntlia."
"Please don't call me that", Julia chimes.
"Shut up, Julia!"
Andrew walks up to twist Ashley's ear "Ashley, you fucking idiot, we're not meant to be seen!"
"HEY! AGH! Prick!"

Now this is just great. Ashley wanted to taunt Julia with something like the "did you miss me, handsome" stunt she pulled at their parents' place. Way to make it reeeaal romantic, Andrew.

Julia steps forward, "Andrew..."
Ashley immediately butts in to bump into her. "Nope, that's not happening."
After the twisting of the ear and the bumping of the Julia, Julia has a thought. "Wait, aren't ghosts meant to be intangible?"

Andrew's jaw nearly falls off in bewilderment, while Ashley wonders what that word means.

Julia looks at the ground, "Whatever. I'm sorry for not trying to bring you food."
Andrew relaxes. "It's okay, we got out anywa-"
Ashley stomps Andrew's foot.
"...Yeah, as I was saying, the place caught on fire anyway. There wasn't anything anyone could do. It's not your fault, Julia."
Julia just mumbles while crying. Ashley looks over at Andrew impatiently.

Andrew gulps. "Err, Julia, do you mind waiting here for a minute? I need to talk to Ashley."
Julia sniffles and looks up more resolutely. "Andrew, that's not fair. That's exactly what I did all throughout dating you."
Ashley interrupts. "Yeah, but you're not dating him. Plus, this is really important ghost stuff."
"But I-"
"Sorry Jules. C'mon Andrew."

Julia stays put sobbing while Andrew and Ashley pull away for private conversation.

"Andrew, I know what you're gonna say, and I'm saying we kill her instead."
It is difficult to tell whether Andrew is fazed or has already accepted that outcome. Either way, Andrew starts the conversation anew: "I was going to ask what the ghost bullshit was about."
Ashley giggles, "I convinced her I'm a ghost haunting her!"
Andrew knows Julia's pretty easy to string along.

"Okay, a better question would be why the fuck you spoke to her in the first place!?"
Ashley assumes an aggressive posture, "I saw a person and wanted to know if we were being followed."
"You should have told me."
"Well, you know now."
"Yes, that's exactly the problem, genius! I know NOW. After you already fucking spoke to her!"
"Look Andrew, I found our graves and you didn't. And we've got another potential charge for the trinket. This is a good deal for us."
Andrew sighs.

Ashley lowers her brows. "Don't tell me you're getting emotional over that bitch."
"No, it's just, how are we going to get out of this without arousing suspicion?"
"Yeah, it's not like we can let her go or anything" Ashley says, waving her trinket in Andrew's face.
Andrew gently shoves the trinket away. "God, Ashley, why did you tell her we're ghosts?"
"Cause I wanted to fuck with her" Ashley falls into a cackling fit.
"Yeah, okay, and it would've been great to drive her out to a discreet location. Only problem is that ghosts don't drive cars to get around."

"...Oh, yeah." Ashley stops laughing, even breathing.
"Yeah. So what are we gonna do?"

Ashley ponders for a moment. "Well, ghosts can move inanimate objects, right?"
"You think ghosts can move a crankshaft?"
"Julia's a woman, she won't even know what a crankshaft is."
"You're a woman..."
"Right, and I dunno what a crankshaft is either."
"You're unbelievable. Alright, so how do we convince her to go for a ride?"

Ashley thinks and thinks.

"Yeah, I got nothing."
Andrew submerges his face into his palms and groans. "Then we're fucked."

Ashley thinks really hard.

"I mean, we could always just let her go."
Andrew's glare pitches away from his hands and towards Ashley.
"Don't look at me like I said something stupid! She should be harmless."
Andrew grits his teeth and cringes, "Are you absolutely sure??"
Ashley grins, "My, you're in a hurry to murder your ex-girlfriend. You're so loyal to me, my prince."
"That's not it, moron. She's a witness. And I thought you'd want to kill her??"
"Of course I would, she's the whore who left us for dead! But that just kind of proves that fucking prostitute is too passive and useless to rat us out, right?"
"...Where is this optimism coming from, after you said we needed to kill her?"
"Lack of options."
Andrew invents a new language with the subsequent groaning.
"Don't worry, I've got just the plan!"

.............After some quick planning, Andrew and Ashley return to Julia.
"Oh, you're back." Julia softly utters.
Andrew scratches his head, "Yeah, sorry about that. Erm, hey, Ashley would like to offer you something."
"A-Ashley?" Julia wonders.

Andrew continues, "Yeah, she said she'll promise not to haunt you if you agree to keep this all a secret. You know, that you met our ghosts."
"O-oh! Really? I-I wasn't going to tell anyone... B-b-but does she mean it?"
Ashley walks up to Julia, "Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die...again."
Julia is crying from happiness. "Y-you guys!...okay, we have a deal!"
"Oh thank God." Andrew sighs in relief.
Ashley jingles, "But I miight change my mind if I hear any rumours."
"Ashley!!" Andrew shouts as he strikes her shoulder.
"Erm...I'm sorry again" Julia squeaks meekly.
"Me too..." Andrew looks to his side.
With euphoric tears streaming down her face, Julia turns to Ashley, "Oh, and thank you for being so nice to me tonight, Ashley!"
"I was being nice?????" Ashley thinks to herself. Hazily mustering a reply, "Y-yeah...any time..."

"Erm, I should probably get going now, but I think catching up gave us both some closure, Andrew... and I'm sorry again!"
"Don't be." Andrew replies.
"Yeah, and you make sure you don't do anything to be sorry about." Ashley elaborates.
"Ashley!!"
Julia wipes off a tear, "Anyway, bye bye now!"

As Julia leaves the cemetery grounds, Andrew puts on an emotionally appropriate face and waves while Ashley stares blankly.
"Welp. That was weird." Ashley remarks.
"Oh no... I hope we're in the clear..." Andrew stresses out.
"Hey, worst-case scenario I haunt her soul." Ashley clenches her fists in excitement.
Andrew laughs. "Fuck you, c'mon, let's dig these graves".