La Última Tierra

A man is sitting at his wife’s death bed. He feeds her, watches over her and reassures her. After she dies, in the early morning, he takes care of her body. She is no longer part of time, while he has to continue, rudderless. He seeks solace in practical things - digging the grave, washing the body - while a sorrow wells up in him that traditional mourning rituals are powerless to overcome. His response is a gesture as radical as death itself.