The last sound people hear in this world is crying or calm.
The work of the undertaker is like a passer-by in one's life. They may never have seen the old man, only the dead body. They may have known each other well and were touched when they held each other's bodies. But it's just a passerby.
The word passerby does not mean indifference. The janitor of the crematorium, pressing the button with trembling fingers, burnt out the person with whom he had a promise. This is also a passerby. No one knows their hearts except themselves.
Many shouted at them, or gave their thanks. What's more, they see insights from them that they have not seen in the past.
There was very little communication between them, but the static words gave people a shock.
Everything is quiet, and after returning the beauty quietly, it is the cry of the relatives who wake up.
Repeating things day after day can easily lead to burnout. Seeing death and hearing the mourning of the living day in and day out can also be easily insensitive. This is my real feeling.
My work, and the work of the forensic doctors around me, should have left me untouched by life. When life ends, it originates from a calamity, or a killing. After life is over, the living are noisy and take a share of the scourge.
It should have been untouched, but I was silent in this stillness, and my eyes were getting wet.
There are always many regrets in life. The film minimizes this regret with a soft melody.
When I was young, I had regrets about being separated from my father. I regret arguing with my mother when I was growing up. It was not until his father's death that he realized that he had always existed in his father's heart. It wasn't until the mother's fire was left that she realized that her suppressed cry was so intense.
The exchange of that small stone with another large stone finally has its ownership.
I believe the film is more than sadness. So at the end of it a child will be born, and he will be happy under the care of tender parents.
Hisaishi Joe's piano sound is not heavy. It is so gentle, like the hand when parting, soft touch like never before.
I am grateful for this movie. The duty of the mortuary is not all that it wants to express. The fragments of human life, the final or initial silence of life, is the beginning of human nature that is thought-provoking but should have been known.
Endless life, you will believe.
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