A film dedicated to the filmmaker’s grandfather, framed within a culture where death is seen in a completely different, difficult to grasp, light. In Mexico, death is a typical dish and every man or woman can savour it as they like. Muhate takes us to the national morgue – a cathedral where the hands of the dead move as if by miracle as embalmers bring their muscles back from the afterlife. There is no future and no end here either. Life makes its way even in the most unexpected places.