Synopsis: When things get tough for offbeat Carys Reitman, she does what any emotionally isolated, modern girl would do - she goes to strangers' funerals. At one fateful funeral, she unexpectedly meets Tyler, a man mourning his fiancée. Despite the warnings of her undertaker best friend Shane and her roommate Lila, she finds herself connecting to someone for the first time. Searching for answers, Carys goes to see her estranged mother to confront her past. And as she tries to open herself to the risks of love with Tyler, she realizes she may have more to fear than just a broken heart.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Ellie Kanner
Production: E1 Entertainment
97 min

[Intro to Buddy's

"Say a Lot" plays]

% % Golden rings around your head

Never show % %

% % We don't seem like ourselves

Anymore % %

% % Never really takes a lot

To lose you % %

% % Make a wish on a falling star % %

% % Wish I was who you wish I was % %

% % Never really takes a lot

To lose you % %

% % I don't have to say a lot

To lose you % %

% % Oh % %

% % You don't have to leave a light on % %

% % Oh, no % %

% % Even though I'm coming home % %

% % You should start % %

% % Without me % %

% % Still, I miss you the most

When you're here % %

% % Never really takes a lot

To lose you % %

% % I don't have to say a lot

To lose you % %




Why can't you get a makeover

at Macy's like all the normal girls?

You're jumpy.

You back on regular coffee?


I just get into a groove

when I'm working.

Plus, I'm not used to

my subjects grabbing me.

But again,

if you want to grab me,

who am I to stop you?

Sure, I'll grab you,

but you're probably not gonna like it.

[Door opens, wheels rolling]

I know you know this,

but I'm not supposed to have

live girls in the embalming room.

You never cared

about the rules before.

Anyway, I'm practicing.

I don't think being dead

is something you need to practice.

Don't kick me out.

You're gonna get me fired.

Your boss wouldn't know

a live girl from a coat rack.

Yeah, well,

let's not test that theory.

[Inhales deeply]

Mm. You know what

I'm in the mood for?

I'm afraid to ask.

Young mother.


- Super-emotional family.

- No.

Can't you at least just tell me when?

Uh, no.

What about, like, a little funeral?

Here's an idea.

Why don't you go rent

"Terms of Endearment"

or "Steel Magnolias"?

I've seen all those.

My DVD rack is, like,

a manic-depressive's

last cry for help,

and still, not a tear.

You'll be doing a public service.

You'll be making me a whole person.

Come on.

I need it.

[Footsteps approach]

Uh, I think someone's coming in.

Here goes.

[Knock on door]

That door was locked.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Oh. Ah, ah.


Wow, she's hot.

I've never seen

a hot dead girl before.

Yeah, I was just, uh, finishing up.

Yeah, I see you're finishing up here.

I think you remember my nephews.


Good to see you guys.

Yo, we don't touch the bodies.

That's right, boys.

This is the loved one of a client.


Which client, Shane?

Oh, um, this is the Carters' daughter.

- Right, yeah.

- Yeah.

[Sighs, clears throat]

[Metal clatters]

Oh, whoa.

Aren't you gonna pick those up?



I've got to say, that's really some

expert work there, Shane.

Thank you.

Okay, let's, uh...

let's go, boys.

- Oh, come on.

- Let us stay.

No, no. It's cold in here, okay?

It's stuffy. Come on.

Thank you, Shane.


[Door closes]




One more funeral.


Go read the obituaries

like a normal person.

The obituaries are so hit-and-miss.

But you know these families.

Just give me one

that's gonna rip my heart out.


I appreciate your healthy respect

for the funeral-home business,

for death, even.

But I am, as always, teetering

on the brink of unemployment,

and your visits are not helping.

I'm not going to help you,

not this time.

Absolutely, positively,


No pain.

No hardship.

Anna is truly in a better place.

I saw Anna at church every Sunday

when she was a girl.

This bright light was struck down

in the very prime of her life

by a tragic car accident.

She was a charitable person,

a devoted daughter,

and sister... and friend.

The day my daughter was born

was the happiest day of my life,

until the next day...

...and the day after that.

[Clears throat]

I guess I should tell you

who Anna really was.

Anna was the goofiest girl

I ever met in my life.

The very first time I ever met her,

she walked up to me in the hall of our

dorm and kissed me on the mouth.

She was a lot of things.

She was a... she was a pink-haired

cheerleader in high school,

the karaoke bully in college,

an Internet whiz kid who couldn't

calculate a tip to save her life.

She was bold and unafraid,

always the first one

out on the dance floor at a party,

using her bad French

wherever she went in Paris,

and loving the people

in her life with great abandon.

I know that a day won't pass for me

without picturing her lopsided smile.


And the world's a lesser place

for having lost her.

[Organ plays softly]

[Indistinct conversations]


Oh, no.

Good of you to come.

I, uh, um...

I... I liked what you said.

I don't think

I've ever met you before.

I thought I knew

all of Anna's friends.

No, we haven't met.

- Um, I'm Carys.

- Hi.

- What was that?

- I don't know.

Did something fall?

No, I don't think so.

I thought I saw something.

Will you...

will you help me look for it?

I don't see anything.

I could have sworn.

So, you must be

a friend of the family.

Uh, yes, exactly,

a friend of the family's,

good friend of the family's...

known them for years.

You must have heard

a lot of sh*t about me, then.

Mm, no. No, I didn't.



Here come Anna's parents now.


Uh, who are...

Ah, it's okay. It's okay.

Shh, you're okay.

It's okay. Shh.

Tyler, could you give us

a moment, please?

Of course.

Hey, okay. It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

Carys, you okay?

I can't... go.


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