Me, Myself and My Dead Wife (Yo, mi mujer y mi mujer muerta)

I prefer the Cardinal, I see it more... I don't know...

That one is in ivory, right?

Off white.

I see it excessive.

In white?

Price, excessive price.

I do not understand the difference. It's the same

wood, right?

Dad.

White is too childish, I can't imagine a

sixty year old person stuck in there.

I don't know, like this,

more sober, right?

I personally consider Ruby the most elegant, especially

for people of a certain age.

But to be honest, it is not the most appropriate for cremation.

For incineration the tendency is less wood

noble, because really its usefulness is what it is,

to look a few hours at the wake...

Sorry..

I'm not going to cremate mom.

Dad again?

And another and another and another.

I'm not going to put mom in an oven like it's pizza.

I understand that it is difficult for you...

But it's what mom wanted, right?

You know, it wasn't right when he asked for that,

who clung to delirium.

Why would he want us to throw his ashes to ten

a thousand kilometers from here?

To be close to his sister?

It was from there, it grew there.

But his life was here.

It's what mom wanted to.

We have no right to decide for her.

I have been married to your mother for over forty years,

nobody knew her better than me.

Please, I ask you not to tell me what she wanted.

All of us who knew her can attest to her dedication,

of his humility, of his generosity.

She was a great mother and a better wife, always

supporting herself

in a discreet background, he always knew how

serve others...

Why will it always rain at funerals?

You're good?

Yes, yes... Only it is strange: the people, the flowers,

the rain...

They remind me that it is true, that it is a burial... really.

The urea ratio is not something exclusive to architecture;

actually we find it abundantly in nature,

Where does this constantly repeating proportion come from?

I've read out there that the slightest change in events

of the Big Bang and our universe would not have been created:

neither the planets nor the stars would exist,

or galaxies, or anything...

And there are theories that suggest that everything

we see would be

practically impossible if it wasn't directed

for an intelligent cause.

By an architect.

But that sounds more like faith than anything else, doesn't it?

Because I imagine that when you are talking about an Architect,

he is talking about God.

He seems like a good Architect, doesn't he?

I suppose...

But according to physics the probability that it exists

God is one in I don't know how many millions.

But I am an architect, I am not a physicist.

So I don't know what physicists say.

But a creator explains many things.

If this were a church, probably.

How is your name?

Antonio Villa.

Okay, let's talk about probabilities, since

Mr. Villa likes them so much.

A man produces, throughout his life, billions of

sperm, all genetically distinct.

And a woman produces about five hundred eggs.

The probability of the sperm giving rise

Mr. Villa fertilizes the ovule that gave rise to Mr.

Villa, it's a ridiculously small number:

the equivalent of one sperm among several

billions multiplied by an ovule among five hundred.

So, applying Mr. Villa's logic...

Mr. Villa does not exist, so it is not worth continuing

wasting time arguing with him.

Bernardo, my deepest condolences.

- Thank you. - How are you?

Better, better. Thank you.

I'm glad.

"Hi, I'm Eli: I left a message."

Hi Eli, it's me.

I'm calling you because I ran out of dishwasher detergent,

if you go through a supermarket, can you buy me one?

And shower gel, cheese and sandwich bread...

And also, I don't know, fruit, yogurts...

What you see out there. Okay? Thank you.

"The loss of purchasing power comes to wages

intermediates, this is a regression level that creates a

uncertainty in people who were not reflected..."

Hi?

Did you have a party last night?

It looks like a student department.

What is this?

A gift from Juan, a nail gun.

And why do I want a nail gun?

Juan thought it might do you good to distract

yourself a little.

Well, thanks, but let your husband know I'm not a

retired to waste time on nonsense.

What is that smell?

Dad, how can you live like this?

I am having a little trouble with housework.

Give me a bag.

You have to start assuming that Mom is no longer here to

take care of everything.

Yes, I know I know...

Did you think about hiring someone?

Well... not really, no, what I thought is that maybe you

you could come lend me a hand, once a week...

No, I don't have time, you know.

I'm going to pass the number of the girl who cleans us to

us to help you.

I do not know where to start.

I think we could donate it to Caritas.

I don't know, it's weird to imagine another woman dressed in

your mother's clothes.

It's a shame to throw them away, right?

And why don't we leave them here?

They don't bother me.

No, Dad is not a good idea.

It is the first thing they recommend, get rid of clothes

of the deceased.

Look, you know what you can use the nail gun for.

Really, what is the University becoming?

It's a freaks fair.

Did you see the new teachers?

They go seen as homeless, so they go to class.

Shut up Bernardo.

I'm allergic to listening to you.

I am with you, Bernardo.

Does it seem so strange to ask a teacher to

shower every day?

Ah, well, well, well, look at what comes here, very well!

Come on, come on, say a few words.

Please, this was not necessary...

All my life I spent in the same house.

It is a house that is getting too big for me.

I thought about selling it, but in the end I couldn't...

There I got married, there my children were born,

there I divorced my wife...

There I was happy and unhappy, in that order.

The truth is that I never liked the changes.

And neither does this one, but hey, it's time to retire...

It is what it is.

Does anyone know what is sung in retirement?

Yes?

Dad, I'm Eli...

They desecrated Mom's grave.

Dad? Dad?

Yes, a few months ago they opened a couple of niches,

but something like that

This is the first time it happens.

Official, seriously, at least since I work here...

What happened, dad?

I don't know, I was fixing the counter frame and I

I woke up here, I don't know.

It's hard to believe that someone could have

an accident with

a DIY gun...

How you ended up with four nails on your head...

Look dad, I know what you're going through and I understand

that you're

a little confused by what happened...

But it's not your fault.

I dreamed of mom.

Well, everyone dreams of their dead...

I don't know, see her there.

Daddy, don't give it any more thought.

Some scoundrels did a wild thing and it just happened to be us.

It's just that.

I'm going to crema mom.

I will fulfill your wish.

Hi.

Well, I imagine you will wonder

what brings me here...

I came to fulfill Cris's last wish.

Tomorrow I am going to throw his ashes into the sea.

I thought maybe they would want to join me.

But if my sister has already been buried.

It's just that something happened...

They desecrated her grave.

None of this would have happened if you had cremated her as

she wanted; but no, you had to decide everything

until after death.

Deep down it always bothered you that we were so close.

That is what happens to you.

I think you should have this, it's from Cris.

You know I have always considered Bernardo someone