A man holds onto his wife’s hands, embraces her, and drops to her torso. He then lifts her shirt, revealing her stomach/waist, and unzips her jeans, revealing partial underwear, while touching and rubbing his face on her torso briefly. He then stands up, they hug; and the scene cuts, possibly implying sex afterwards.


The protagonist is seen nude from the side washing himself off in a bathhouse.
The main character is seen in his underwear in one scene.
It is mentioned that the anus of a corpse must be cleaned when being casketed.
The main character is cleaning a female corpse by touch, under a covering, in a professional manner. His face registers surprise and he informs his boss that the corpse “has a thing.”


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


I was confused on Sunday night. I took Sunday as a Saturday. I turned out the mortician at 11:00 in the middle of the night. As a result, I saw more than a little. My eyes were swollen like peaches and went to bed. Two years ago, during the Spring Festival, my father died. When I woke up in the morning, my mother called from the hospital and said my father was dead. She asked me to hurry over and take all the clothes, shoes and hats I had prepared. I vaguely ran to the cabinet to look for them according to my mother’s instructions. Such a thing happened once in the last three years of my father’s life, So I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart, maybe – not this time.

However, this is the time. What should end is going to end. I ran to the hospital. There are many people there. In the bright room, they are walking around. I am a little confused and can’t remember their faces, but I know that my mother is the only one who is sad. When I was so old, I had never had a funeral, and my mother had no experience, so I was led downstairs by someone to buy the list covered by the dead body, the copper money in my mouth, the foot pad on my feet, the light in the life clothes store was dim, several people were playing mahjong, one was holding a cigarette, and found a satin quilt with very rough and tacky embroidery, There are other things, say, $800. I was surprised, but I thought of my mother waiting upstairs. I said, four hundred yuan. The man was very unhappy. Can he bargain for such a thing? I said no, I didn’t think my father should build such a thing. As soon as he heard it, he quickly stuffed all those things into me and robbed me of 400 yuan in my hand.

When I returned upstairs, the doctor of the hospital told my mother that you should pull the man away as soon as possible. You can’t put him here. The mother said, my son will come right away. I want him to see his father here. Later, my brother came. My mother held him and cried. My brother didn’t cry. We were busy contacting the funeral home. I just watched my brother hide by the window and wipe his tears when there was no one. When my father was carried down, someone from the funeral home asked me and my brother to kowtow to the hearse. My brother and I both kowtowed and stood up. They asked us for 200 yuan because he instructed us and charged us an opening fee. After giving the money, I began to recover a little thinking ability. Suddenly, I realized that this is what strangers walk around in my father’s ward. Like vultures, they gathered around the body, waiting to share the dead body. When the bereaved family members are sad, they can make more money. This feeling is more obvious on the way to send their father to the funeral home. Along the road of the funeral home, people kept following our car and saying all kinds of cliches. Later, at the funeral home, we sent our father’s body from one place to another for burial. There were many such people in front of the hearse. They chanted words and refused to give money. The driver told his brother, You have to give them ten dollars and twenty each. My brother didn’t give it after all. Mother said that at that moment, it felt like those people surrounded like ghosts in hell.

But this is just the people outside the funeral home. In fact, the people in the funeral home are not much better. When my father’s body said goodbye, inexplicably came in a uniformed military band to play. When my brother remembered, he suddenly asked him, do you charge another fee? The leading woman answered vaguely, such as which family’s body said goodbye and didn’t need love music. Brother asked again, we want to play tapes. Do you charge extra? After asking three or four times, I found out that there was another 2000 yuan. My brother tried to hold back his anger and drove them away. When she left, the woman said in a deliberate voice that everyone could hear. If she couldn’t afford it, she said she couldn’t afford it

I said so many things that are not related to the film, but I think those who have lost their close relatives know what I’m talking about, and those who understand the film mortuary know what I’m talking about.

Kobayashi, who is cowardly and always timid, was also accused of “making money for the dead” when he walked into the dead’s home But when his hand gently held the hands of the dead, stroked their cheeks and foreheads, wiped their bodies, put on silk stockings for the old lady, combed their son’s hair and lit lipstick for their wife, the people who lost their loved ones knew that they entrusted their favorite people to someone worthy of trust. My father was ill for 17 years. In the last three years, he lay there with pipes all over his body and was moved and turned around by people. I always hope that people can treat him gently, but you know there’s nothing you can do. You’re not a doctor, a nurse, a funeral home worker. You can’t pick someone else’s fault. In this world, Rudeness is the way most ordinary people treat others. We are treated rudely and then treat others rudely. This seems to have become a cycle. Most people are numb and unconscious. Therefore, in a world where even the living can not be treated gently, let alone respect for the dead.

It is because of this that Mr. Sasaki saw the tenderness in Mr. Kobayashi’s heart. He is as weak as a child, has no competitive ability, but is kind and gentle. He can treat every dead person equally, no matter how they die. There is such a gentle person in my heart. What a rare treasure in this cold world. While watching the movie, I thought while crying, if it were my father, if it could let Kobayashi help, gently hold his hand and finish the last road. On the English poster of the mortician, there is a sentence written – the gift of the last memories And my last memory of my father is full of memories of many rough and greedy faces. It’s too bad, so I seldom remember. How lucky it is to meet someone like Kobayashi. It lights up the memories of the living and is indeed a gift from God. As a self destructor in my heart, I live in a world where everyone treats each other rudely. I never expect that I can die properly. I can be ruthless to myself, but in this life where I have not been treated gently, there is still the softest part of my heart growing in the body of the person I love. People I loved deeply, how I hope you can be treated gently by the world, even when you leave, you can have both hands and hold each other gently.

Jun Kobayashi, thank you for treating the world so gently. In such a world, people who can survive in their own gentle way are great people. I know that the world belongs to those rough, strong and cold people. They advocate ruthlessness and think that this can make them suffer less. However, when I look at my heart and find that tenderness is still in deep places, I can treat the world in my own gentle way, which is a good thing. It’s as good as a flower blooming quietly in the dust.

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