Each morning, an old Beirut resident checks the obituaries, then slips into yet another funeral, with its names, flowers, and hymns, until the ritual reveals its true purpose. What appears to be a morbid habit is a private cartography of mourning: for a beloved, a neighbourhood, a city repeatedly remade by loss. Crafted in tactile stop-motion and free of dialogue, the film allows gesture, light, and rhythm to carry meaning, inviting us to witness how grief settles into routine and, slowly, becomes acceptance.