Repeating everyone else's line that this is one of the the best most tearjerking depictions of suicide ever. (I feel like there's missing information left out in the non-posted pages. Is that the intended effect, that we just have no complete idea what was going on with Lucy beyond what her mom tells us?)
Back to the less sad. I love the little anti-Barry eighties clique that spontaneously formed there. You got the buttmonkey one-guy, the cheerleader, and all those other evil-looking girls in the background. Plus "Shuddup, Meekins!" is just a great catchphrase.
Barry Locatelli, suave Italian-Bostonian douchebag, seemed to jump off Douchebag Hill reaaaally fast though. It looked like he was willfully oblivious to the not-dating-kinda-sorta in the first part. Jerk, but about on the Nessie-to-Eileen level. Then next time he appears he retroactively was actually Nessie's official boyfriend and is suddenly the master of I Lie Because I Love You Baby. And dissing Wondy, his awesome ex-crush? Then we know he's gonna pay dearly.