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And Kim was doing fine?

- Aren't you going to the inn?

- How did you know?

My dad met your dad.

He was there to book at table.

- Can I stop by some other day?

- Sure.

What, Martin?

Long Jan says you and I kissed

by the swings.

Nasty thing to say.

- What did you say?

- I told Kim it was a lie.

Are we going to kiss for real?

- Aren't you at all sad?

- Sure, but I'm not a baby anymore.

You only say that

because you're really sad.

Pull yourself together and mourn

for your mother and help your dad.

Then maybe,

after our confirmation.

But there must have been signs.

You must have known.

Why did Maja always wear sunglasses

near the end? We never knew why.

Why, Hans?

And what does the doctor say?

Why doesn't anybody tell us anything?

She was so skinny near the end.

God, was she skinny.

You'd think

she was starving herself. Poor girl.

And now our Maja is dead and gone,

and we can't even get to see her.

We haven't even been asked, and now

she's being buried here in all haste.

- Why can't she be buried with us?

- Because you aren't dead.

Oh, how will it all end?

I don't blame your brother for not

coming. He's ashamed of your father.

- Hans isn't to blame for Maja's death.

- How do you know?

Really, how do you know?

Excuse me.

Your father needs peace and quiet.

That's what he needs.

It's going to be

a nice funeral tomorrow, I'm sure.

Sorry I'm late.

Martin, I didn't think we'd see you

today, what with your mom and that.

The funeral isn't until one.

During Danish class.

I didn't bring a note.

You just go when you have to.

Come and get a mackerel.

Dip it in egg and coat it in flour.

Thanks.

- Let me help you.

- You don't need to.

Kim, really.

You've hardly beaten your egg.

Beat it briskly.

- It's not like you to be lazy.

- Kim is thinking about my mom, too.

We're all affected by it.

Let's hope she is dead. I heard about

a woman who woke up in the coffin.

Jan!

Get Keld the janitor.

Let's push her to the office.

He's called Janitor Keld.

I'm not attending your mom's funeral.

My dad is.

He was on the school board with her.

The rest of us don't want to impose.

Martin, cut it out.

Cut it out.

How old are you again?

Maja stergaard is dead.

I said it in the church,

and I have to repeat it to believe it.

Maja stergaard is dead.

Martin, are you okay?

When faced with grief and despair

such as this, we fall strangely silent.

We're heart-stricken -

- to have

such a loving person torn away.

And in her prime, too.

Now it's up to us to lend meaning

to the meaningless.

By... rallying round the bereaved.

By giving them a little of our love -

- help and support.

Encouragement.

What if she isn't dead?

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