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'When I was young...
'l met this beautiful girl by a lake.
Oh, you're American?
- So are you!
I'm Ann.
I'm Chris Nielsen.
Do you like art?
My wife fixes paintings and also makes some.
To me,
paintings are the most important things in the world...
You've died, Chris.
Forever...
What's that purple tree? I never saw that.
It's completely new. The canvas was blank when I was alive.
How can I see this drawing after I'm dead?
- You two. A long courtship?
- No, actually. From the first moment...
- Soulmates.
You're reaching each other through her painting.
It's nothing I've ever seen.
'And you never will. '
I love you!
Annie is dead.
She killed herself.
Is that an occupational hazard of soulmates?
One's not much without the other?
But she's OK. Because her pain is over.
- You don't understand.
You'll never see her.
Suicides go somewhere else.
- You still say she's in hell.
- Everybody's hell is different.
Real hell is your life gone wrong.
I'm her soul mate. I can find her.
She's here.
You found her.
Suicides can get tortured, committed to punishing themselves.
Don't push her that way. You want to see her.
Tell her what's in your heart.
You're Annie Nielsen, right?
You say your paintings are missing.
Some of my most precious panels.
The ones that remind me.
Remind me of my husband and my children.
That's why
I never leave.
My wife committed suicide
- Don't you have to leave? - No.
- But if you want me to go... - I do.
Ok.
I'm sorry, babe.
There's some things I have to say.
I've only got a few moments left.
I'm sorry for all the things I'll never give you.
I'll never make you smile.
I just wanted us to be old together.
Together at the end. By that lake in your painting.
That was our heaven, see?
There's lots of things to miss.
Thank you for every kindness.
Thank you for our children.
For the first time I saw them.
Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with.
For your guts,
for your sweetness.
For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you.
God, you were my life.
For being so wonderful, a guy would choose hell over heaven,
just to hang around you.
Good people go to hell because they can't forgive themselves.
I know I can't.
But I can forgive you.