After.life

It's time now.

You have to look beautiful

for your funeral,

as if you were still alive,

just sleeping.

This is how they're all

going to remember you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You used to enjoy it.

Baby, I'm sorry.

F***. F***!

Anna, what's wrong?

Man:

It just... it feels like...

it feels like

you're somewhere else.

Is it about us?

Is that what it is?

It's not about us.

What is it

do you think, huh?

I don't know.

Listen,

I just want us

to be happy again.

Are you happy?

I'm happy.

Anna, I love you so much.

Boy:
Hey, Jack.

Didn't you hear me, jackoff?

You deaf, jackoff?

Can't f***ing speak either?

- Say something!

- Hey.

What's going on here?

- Nothing, Ms. Taylor.

- Nothing?

It doesn't look like nothing.

You boys get back to class.

Now!

Back to class.

Jack, you okay?

- I think it's dead.

- Which one?

That guy? No.

Poor thing.

He's just scared.

See?

Jordan, are you guys

picking up George Shore?

George is...

Hello?

Is somebody there?

- Jack?

- Did I scare you, Mr. Taylor?

No, um...

it's locked.

Anna:

Shouldn't you be home?

My mom's picking me up.

Okay, well, I've gotta run.

- Where are you going?

- To a funeral.

- My old piano teacher.

- Can I come?

No, Jack.

A funeral's a very...

a very private affair.

I've never been

to a funeral before.

It wouldn't be appropriate.

Anyway,

wouldn't your mother worry?

- Not really.

- I'm sure she would.

Have a wonderful day, okay?

I'll see you in class tomorrow.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.

Man:
We have entrusted our brother

James Hutton to God's mercy

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection...

White roses...

they were his favorite.

How did you know?

They just seemed

appropriate somehow.

Mrs. Hutton, I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Anna.

You look tired, dear.

No no, I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

- I'm so sorry.

- You scared the life out of me.

I'm sorry.

Oh! Your hair.

- Do you not like it?

- No, I didn't say that.

It's just very...

it's very red.

Not really you, is it?

- Are you ready to order?

- Yes.

We'll have the duck, please.

- Paul.

- You always have the duck here.

I don't always have the duck.

- I'll have the duck.

- Yes, ma'am.

The duck's very good.

Listen, let's...

come here.

Let's try not to fight

tonight, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

What are we drinking?

Oh yes, all right.

It's good.

And it has a very

expensive-looking label.

What's the special occasion?

There's something I really

need to talk to you about.

About us. I've been offered

a transfer to head office

in Chicago.

It's gonna mean a lot more work,

of course a lot of responsibility

and a lot of changes,

but it's an incredible opportunity

and I'd be crazy to turn it down.

So I'm thinking maybe

it's time for us to...

- You're leaving me.

- What?

You could have told me this morning.

You didn't have to buy me off

- with this expensive dinner.

- Anna, wait.

- No.

- You told me everything

- was gonna be okay.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Anna, you've got it all wrong.

- I'm not being ridiculous.

Jesus Christ, can we get through

one meal without arguing?

- No. No.

- Please, just one meal!

Apparently we can't.

Apparently I'm not capable of that.

Maybe you aren't.

I'm beginning to wonder.

- F*** you.

- Please, everyone's watching.

- Don't do this.

- F*** you!

You're... you're crazy.

You're just like your goddamn mother.

I am nothing like my mother.

You know,

I'm not running after you, Anna.

Good!

Sh*t.

F***.

Anna, Anna!

Anna, come on.

Please open the door.

I don't want to hear it.

I want you to come.

I want you to come to...

Don't do this.

Anna! Hey hey hey.

Anna, I want you to come to...

I want you to come to Chicago.

Anna, Anna... God damn it!

Please don't go.

Sh*t.

Oh, Anna.

F***ing a**hole.

Are we having

Are we having fun?

Are we

having fun?

Fun

Are we having fun?

Are we

having fun?

Sh*t!

Where am I?

You're in a funeral home.

You're dead.

You were in a car accident.

Sh*t.

You hit a truck loaded

with metal pipes.

I'm not dead.

You were pronounced dead

eight hours ago.

Your blood no longer circulates

through your body.

Your brain cells are slowly dying.

Your body's already decomposing.

I'm not dead.

This is your death certificate.

Cause of death,

massive internal trauma.

Time of death:
8:23 p. m.

You were dead on arrival.

The attendant physician signed here

at 9:
45 last night.

I'm sorry.

What's happening?

Why can't I move?

Don't touch me.

Why are you touching me?

I'm preparing your body.

You have to look beautiful

for your funeral.

But I'm not dead.

You all say the same thing.

Maybe you should rest now.

Oh my God.

I can't be dead.

I can't be dead.

This must be a nightmare.

Oh, God, wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up!

Anna.

Baby, you've got it wrong.

I want you to come to Chicago.

I want you to come.

Okay, we've gotta talk.

I'm gonna come by your place

before I go to the office

and everything's going to be fine.

I promise.

Call me when you get this.

I love you so much.

Okay, I'll see you soon.

- The shell grows...

- Hi, I'm...

looking for Anna Taylor.

I'm sorry,

you can't just come in here.

I'm Anna's fianc

Paul Coleman.

This is her room, right?

She didn't come in today.

Did she call in sick?

She didn't call in at all.

Okay, yeah, thanks.

Sorry. Thank you.

Funeral director:

She's a schoolteacher.

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