It’s the grim aftermath of Edie’s car crash and electrocution and the neighbours rush to her rescue, but it’s too late – she takes her final breath lying in the street – and for rest of this episode becomes the ghostly narrator.

After Edie’s funeral we see the grieving women of Wisteria Lane taking a car ride with her urn and discussing special memories of a woman they all agree was much misunderstood.

Susan recalls how they fell out over Edie’s slutty ways with a neighbour’s husband, but it was Edie who was the first to spot Carl philandering with his secretary that eventually ended Susan’s first marriage. Lynette remembers Edie’s unusual efforts to help her during her gruelling chemo sessions – by taking her to a biker bar and telling her to get a grip and fight the disease.

Bree has Edie to thank for keeping her relationship with Orson going while he was in jail by shaming her into visiting him there no matter how undesirable she found the surroundings. And Gaby will never forget the night she went clubbing with Edie and the pair went on a ‘who can flirt with the most men’ competition. Their drunken night ended with Edie predicting she wouldn’t live past 50 – very good intuition as it happened…

But it was Mrs McCluskey who discovered that Edie had a son, Travers, who she gave up when he was very young so he could live with his father and have a better chance in life. And it’s Travers the women are all going to see at his university, to break the news of Edie’s death and present him with Edie’s urn. Poor Travers is shocked and the women try their best to comfort him, but he doesn’t really want to deal with the situation, saying he was never close to his mum because of what she did for him (or rather, didn’t do!) and passes the urn back to them.

Finally, Mrs McCluskey decides what to do with Edie’s ashes – and the women scatter Edie in their gardens. As the wind picks up the last remains of Edie Britt, her ghostly narration gives us these wise words: ‘It’s not hard to die when you know that you’ve lived, and boy have I lived!’