I will follow your advice.
I am a widow too.
You can not imagine how bad it feels to be alone.
The dark days, the never ending nights...
That's why I am here.
It's my son’s program.

He invited me and because
I don't see him much, I came.

Ms Pakita is a great person.
I wish my mother were like her.

I would like to have him over there as a father.
Even though Abaro was chasing him,
finally it was me that got him.

We hit it off... and we arranged
to meet some other day.

It was cold and I was wearing a coat,
an acrylic orange one.

-Hi Nicholas.
-Thanks for coming.

-Aren't you glad to see me?
-My son died yesterday night.

I am so sorry. I didn't know you had a son.
-He was my wife's son.
-A stepson.

I invited you to do his makeup
before he begins to disintegrate.

I thought you called me for another reason.
How could I imagine I would do a dead man's make up?
You will do great.
Does he have any wounds?
cause if he does I can't stand it.

He died of a heart attack.
He had to die during Christmas!
Poor guy...

What is this?
My son is a photographer.
He is great with collage.

What a beautiful corpse! What is his name?
He is frozen. I will freeze too.
Soon he will start to turn green.
Try to make him not to look so pale
for the funeral.