Tradition does not mean that the living are dead...
...it means that the dead are living.
I know you don't have many people around here already.
I don't mind coming back whenever, really.
This house is too big for her.
I know.
Although Tomás is living with her these days.
My house is too humid and that affects him a lot.
How is your grandson?
His lungs no longer respond.
Well, take care of Helena.
Loneliness can play tricks on us.
Still mine.
What has the doctor said you about Tomás?
The treatment has not turned out as expected.
And what now?
I don't know.
I guess we wait.
He’s been given three months.
It’s not fair that now we have to stay
and put up with everything that is to come.
We are left alone, Icía.
He could have lived much longer.
Why do you punish yourself like that?
I didn't do anything, you know?
You couldn't do anything.
I stayed there still, standing, without moving...
Helena, please...
Icía, please.
Helena think about it.
Do you remember?
Of course I remember.
Does that sound crazy to you?
Our grandparents used to do it...
…and you already have your husband buried in the garden.
How did it work?
They buried a living person to resurrect a dead one.
And? Do we bury you so that my husband...
can be resurrected?
Not that I'm still well, but if we bury Tomás...
...it would be a way to end with his agony.
Don't talk bullshit, for God's sake.
And come tomorrow, I'll make you both dinner.
He’s not coming back, isn’t he?
Are you sure it must be in the same grave?
That's how we were told, right?
Do you think something will happen?
I’m going to sleep...
...stay if you want.
Helena!
Helena, come downstairs!
Still mine.