What kind of extreme can a person do in his life? Mr. May, 44, gave us the best answer.
Mr. Mei serves a community and is a very humble and even obscure job. There are many people in this world who die in loneliness, without even a single relative around them. Mr. May was responsible for contacting the relatives and friends of the deceased who had not been buried and asked them to participate in the last journey of the deceased.
And often, Mr. Mei's efforts are empty, too many people are not cared for before life, and no one is buried after death. Mr. Mei personally drew up a eulogy to remember the deceased, and the words were extremely sensational and gentle. Like the tone of the deceased's closest friends before his death, the details and anecdotes of the deceased's life are told by the priest, not at all like the hands of Mr. Mei, who does not smile.
Mr. May's daily state
In the film, Mr. Mei, dressed in formal clothes, is constantly running around the home of the deceased to carefully collect the bits and pieces of their lives, especially the photos of the deceased, and he will carefully collect them in the bag. Or constantly shuttle through the train station and various carriages, looking for colleagues, friends or relatives of the deceased who have not been in contact with the world for a long time. It is these visits and collections that make up Mr. Mei's excellent text material.
In life and work, Mr. May seems to have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and less obvious cleanliness, and everything he does is arranged neatly and orderly. There are special places for tissues, including those at mealtimes, especially for the deceased, which are carefully and meticulously framed and collected in photo albums like crafts, and looked through every night before going to bed.
In every case handled by Mr. May, he left pictures of them
The film focuses on the last case of his working life, when an elderly man named Stark suddenly dies without anyone around.
Mr. Mei's immediate boss affirmed the meticulousness and seriousness of his work expressionlessly, and on the pretext that Mr. Mei had too much expense, too long time and cumbersome procedures when he was doing things, he unceremoniously swept Mr. Mei, who had worked diligently and conscientiously for 22 years, to the door unceremoniously.
Mr. Mei was shocked, even if there were too many words to pour out, but he was used to being patient, he just picked his eyebrows, only made a request, and gave some time to deal with the last case. The cold-blooded boss raised his eyebrows, yes, with your own time. The implication is that you will not be paid.
In order to learn more about the past of the deceased and to persuade more people to attend the funeral, Mr. Mei bought alcohol from his own pocket to attract street wanderers
Mr. Mei did not care at all, and rushed on the road, through little clues and different ways, he found the daughters, lovers, colleagues, comrades-in-arms of the homeless people scattered everywhere, and even the suffering homeless friends living on the streets. But for various reasons, they found various excuses to refuse to attend Stark's funeral.
Mr. Mei was not discouraged, he was unusual, some anxious and even took the initiative to enthusiastically assure the homeless man's daughter that she did not need to pay any money for the funeral, all the expenses did not need her to pay, he had properly handled all the follow-up things, as long as she could attend her father's funeral.
It was this sincerity and enthusiasm that touched the girl's heart, and she issued an invitation to Mr. Mei to drink coffee.
Mr. Mei's 44 years of uneventful bleak life have come to light, and we finally see for the first time the corners of his slightly raised mouth cannot hide the smile. He wore a white shirt and a pale blue sweater, and cheerfully walked around the mall, buying each other a pair of cute cups. It can be seen that Mr. May is full of expectations for this date. 22 years of silence and darkness seems to be coming to an end, and the happy and clear life extends a seductive olive branch to Mr. Mei.
Mr. Mei, who has been rigorous all his life, finished shopping, walked briskly across the road, always reveling in some strange and pleasant mood, ignoring the speeding car.
Mr. Mei, who was lying on the road, gazed fondly at the sky overhead, and his blue eyes were surprisingly serene, without a trace of panic and regret. Only the slow bleeding in the back of the head and the blood in the corners of the mouth tell people that there was just a car accident here.
Mr. Mei was hit by a speeding vehicle, and his eyes were peaceful
A week later, the homeless man's funeral took place as scheduled. The relatives and friends that Mr. Mei visited before he died actually came to attend, like a normal person's funeral.
Meanwhile, Mr. May's funeral was taking place at the same time not far away. Two staff members buried him hastily with shovels, no eulogies, no tombstones, and no one attending his funeral. Shi Tank's daughter looked back from time to time, surprised to see the bleak burial ceremony over there, she had no idea that what was buried here was actually the kind and lovely Mr. Mei who was about to date her.
Shi Tank's daughter frequently looked back to see that the poor deceased was not even accompanied by a funeral person
The staff finished their routine, patted the soil at will, and fled as quickly as the plague. Mr. Mei was left alone lying alone on the cold, damp ground, with no tombstone, no eulogy, not a single person who sent him on his way.
Before he died, he worked hard for so many unclaimed dead, tirelessly toiled and complained, but in the end he ended up in a clear soup, and a person quietly and incomparably lonely went to another strange world. It really ends up in a silent life, eating alone, sleeping alone, living alone; working alone, running alone, and living a world by one.
The lonely back of Mr. May
At this moment, there was no sign, a person, or even some people, as if they had emerged from nowhere, reverently and solemnly, quietly walked to Mr. Mei's grave. Men and women, young and old, slowly gathered one by one to Mr. Mei's humble burial place, until more and more gathered, like a stream into the sea, gathered around Mr. Mei, bowing their heads in silence.
The heart is lightly hit, and all the inexplicable emotions are so wanton. The people on the photos that Mr. Mei had to look through every night before going to bed were all alive, and they spontaneously gathered together to send Mr. Mei one last time to express their infinite gratitude and love for him.
The person in Mr. May's photo is the undead
The eyes were suddenly moist. The soul giver who was lonely all his life and was not understood by the world received the support and mourning of countless dead people who had been cared for by him after his death. We should say whether it's warmth or irony.
Perhaps, this is the norm in life. Just like no matter how radiant you are before you die, after you die, you are a piece of yellow earth. No matter how magnificent the funeral is, it can't hide the harsh reality of you going with the wind.
However, everyone in this world, no matter how poor, lost, or sick, a heart needs to be treated gently and carefully cared for. Mr. Mei treats every undead as an equal, tries his best to search for the details of their lives, writes affectionate eulogies, respects the beliefs of the deceased, makes exquisite tombstones, and chooses a good place for feng shui.
Quiet and introverted like Mr. Mei, not coveting wealth, not trapped by material things, tired of the outside world. Or it is inevitable that some people will be trapped in this life, at the end of their lives, Mr. Mei will do his best to let them feel the last warmth and love in the world.
Can this be regarded as an ordinary greatness?
Hello, I'm Mr. May.
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@ My Yantai Alone, a lifetime, without distraction, conscientious and conscientious, I have only done one thing. To achieve the ultimate without complaint or regret, it is not ordinary.
Loneliness is the norm in life. Inner peace can enable us to survive well in this world, to be ashamed of our hearts and not to be confused, to abide by the rules of the heart, and to be as open as we are in the world and in hades.
Impetuous heart, quiet down; arrogant heart, lower posture. Life is not enough, Mo is not entangled, Mo resentment.
Give the people around you a little more love and pampering, I don't know which day, they will suddenly disappear, will not appear in our lives again.