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Four college students on vacation, hoping to have the time of their lives.

What they don't know is their time is running out.

I'm not gonna make it. You're gonna pee your pants? Just drive faster. Okay.

Drive like Mark.

I really have to use the bathroom.

I think we better stop, Sarah. I'm just gonna pee on my seat.

Shut up!

Okay, well, don't. Don't pee on the seat.

I'm not gonna pee on your seat. I'm not your dog.

We're not going to pick this guy up, are we?

I am.

Sarah, I don't want some guy in my ride.

Oh, just relax, Tim. Sarah, we don't have time for this. Well,

we're going to make time. He looks nice.

Hey, do you need some help?

My pickup blew a gasket.

All right.

Thanks. It's the Chinese character for powerful.

Let me know when it starts working.

Look, it's some kind of swap meet.

This might look nice on you.

It's rare, actually. It's handmade.

Really? It's a rare stone.

That's okay.

Thank you, though.

Familia!

Are we buying or flying, man? Flying, unless you want this.

Authentic spirit web for the capture and containment of evil spirits.

No, thanks.

It's a great jacket.

Yeah, like you could afford it.

Who's that for, you little roadside trash?

Maybe.

He's cute though, isn't he?

And in an I don't have any money sort of way.

Oh, come on, Vicki, you know money isn't everything.

Yes, it is.

I love your hair.

It's so soft.

What was that about?

That sister of yours, she's one of a kind.

Yeah, wrong kind for you.

You didn't have to go and say that.

And you don't have to say anything about my sister.

Hey, guys, there's no need to get all dude about this.

What?

Where the hell is your car?

I just cannot believe those lowlights stole your car. I mean,

my entire winter wardrobe was in that car, Tim. Now what am I supposed to do,

just run around naked all winter?

And what the hell is the point of an emergency

phone if it doesn't work in emergencies?

I see you got your priorities straight.

Listen, Andy, is it?

You don't know me, and I don't plan on getting to know you, okay?

Vicki, it's okay. Look, I was thinking about upgrading to the expedition anyway.

That's not the point. What about all my stuff?

Baby, listen, listen, look.

I don't want anything.

Don't be like that.

Try to back me up here, man.

Nothing back there.

How's the phone?

It's broken.

You're so observant.

I admire that.

Thank you.

It's not even nighttime. It's like a million below zero.

Oh, here.

Take this. I think...

We're gonna be here a while.

God, thank you.

Chuck?

What are you doing?

Chuck!

What's up?

I don't know.

Hey, hey, Chuck.

Chuck, can you hear me?

I don't think he can.

It's like he's paralyzed. Here.

We're going to get help, Chuck.

Okay, Vicki and Tim are going to go get help, okay?

Oh, Chuck.

I'm going to stay here with you.

We're gonna be okay.

You promise?

You know, if we'd listened to me, we would have flown 30,000 feet over this place.

But no, we had to take your stupid car.

It's not a car, it's a truck.

Whatever.

Baby, baby.

Please stop, please stop me.

What's going on here?

I just thought that... You thought what?

You thought that I could possibly be thinking

about anything else besides my brother?

No, of course not. Brad.

Brad, you should have kept my place.

Stay here.

We were running, and there was a truck, and he ran us off the road,

and I don't know, we were running, and he wasn't there,

and I don't know where he is. Wait, where is he? Where'd you leave him?

He's gone. I was running, and he was running, and there

was someone else running, and then he was gone.

I don't know. Where's Chuck? I don't know. I left him here for like one minute.

I went outside. It's a ghost.

It's the pick-up. Sarah, they're coming back together. Sarah, come on. Come here.

They're gone.

I want you to stay here, okay?

Stay here, I'll be right back.

Vicki?

Come on, don't do this to me.

Vicki?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Vicki? Yeah?

Need some help?

Andy, Andy, you gotta help me get them out of here.

Where did you go? I said they got you too.

They did.

But I guess to be fair, they already have me.

You look at us, and you see people you can sweep from the sidewalk into the gutter.

I thought you might be different.

You have no use for us.

But we definitely have a use for you.

Beautiful hair.

Oh it's so soft.

Oh, that should make a lovely scarf, don't you think?

How much for this one with the tattoo?

No, I think we can get 50 points. Oh, my God. You hear that?

I'll bet you didn't know your own worth.

Homemade. Sweet dreams.

Some people end up in the trash heap of life.

Others get recycled.

We all ask ourselves, is death the end, or is there something after?

Michael Doyle is about to find out.

Don't you usually sew the eyelids shut?

Yes, they keep popping open.

But since this is supposed to be a closed casket service... Oh,

I see what's the point, right?

Right.

We should deliver him to the church before ten, so go ahead and close the eyes.

I want to thank you all for coming.

And now I believe Natalie Doyle will speak in remembrance of her husband, Michael.

Thank you, Pastor James.

When Michael and I were married...

It was for better or worse.

We had our share of both.

There's so much I'd like to say, but I'm not very good at this.

I just know that Michael was a gentle, loving man.

And a wonderful father.

Now our daughter Caitlin would like to say a few words.

My dad used to read Withering Heights to me when I was a little girl.

Emily Bronte's words spoke to me then,

and now I look to her words to speak for me now.

The night is darkening around me.

The wild winds coldly blow.

But a tyrant's spell has bound me.

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending.

They're bare. That was way too snow.

The storm is fast descending.

And yet, I cannot go.

Dad!

I prayed and prayed that you'd come back.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There is some damage, which is to be expected after suffering a massive coronary,

but nothing that should present a problem if you lead a healthy life.

Other than that, Mr. Doyle, you're in remarkable condition,

considering you just attended your own funeral. But how did this happen?

Well, most likely his heart started beating again

on its own after the doctor pronounced him dead.

He must have been lying in a coma until he came to at the funeral.

Are you telling me we almost cremated my dad alive because some doctor screwed up?

Caitlin, I wasn't there when it happened. I can only go by what's in front of me,

but that is a reasonably healthy man.

He was very, very lucky.

Lucky?

Michael?

Dinner's almost ready.

You OK in there?

Caitlin's making spaghetti.

As bizarre as all this has been, it's given me a new perspective on us, I mean.

You know that fantasy when you die and you wonder what people will think about you?

I can tell you what I thought about you.

I regretted that we were about to split up.

That I didn't love you more.

I regretted every selfish and petty thing I've ever done.

How many people get to go back and correct their mistakes?

We've been given a second chance, Michael.

I think we should take it, okay?

You're so beautiful.

Why is it when I look at you, all I can see is the rotting flesh to come?

Thank you for answering my prayers,

and thank you for the miracle of returning my father to me.

Amen.

So, Dad, this was my idea, to have all your favorite foods.

It's wonderful.

Aren't you going to eat?

I hope there's enough garlic.

Too much garlic?

No.

It caught on my throat.

Why don't you drink some water?

I'm fine.

Oh.

What's the matter?

It tastes like dirt. I mean, I know what it's supposed

to taste like, but it tastes like dirt.

It makes sense.

I'm going to bed.

If he wants to be left alone, I think we should just leave him alone.

Do you even care about him at all?

I do.

Even if we were to go our separate ways, I'd still care.

But whatever he's going through right now, I can't help him with.

Hey, Dad.

Hi.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

I remembered.

Out on the balcony, suddenly, I remembered everything.

You're bleeding.

Oh, it doesn't matter. You know that doctor that pronounced me dead? He was right.

I died. And this is where I went.

I've been getting glimpses of it all along.

I'm serious.

This is what I saw. It was so beautiful.

But this is just what I saw when I got there.

It doesn't even begin to describe the ecstasy I felt.

I would never have chosen to come back. No one would.

But I came back.

Why? I don't understand.

Why did I come back?

It was so exquisite.

Words can't describe it.

Was it like heaven?

Well, there were no angels or Jesus, if that's what you mean.

Well, was it a place?

Yeah, it was a place and a state of being.

Its colors were so vibrant.

It sang.

Sounds amazing.

And everything was suffused in this warm, sweet light.

So loving.

Caitlin, all my sorrows, my disappointments.

It just flooded away. It was truly a perfect peace.

But now, to be here, imprisoned in this flesh,

trapped in this cesspool of a world where everything decays.

Where any beauty is swallowed by ugliness in the blink of an eye.

Dad, don't!

Stop it! Scanner just waits upon my soul. Don't! Stop it!

It hurts too much to live, oh God!

Don't!

You came back, you said it yourself.

Because I love you, and God knows I need you.

That must be what it was.

You came back for me. This is absurd.

Why?

He said he saw it. He was there. Why would he make it up?

Well, I think that he believes that it's true, but it's delusional.

You are such a hypocrite.

We go to church, and we're supposed to have faith

that there is something after this life.

But God forbid someone actually experiences it.

Whenever something great happens, you are always the downer.

Are you thrilled?

Where's Dad?

He's sleeping.

Look, I'm going to go over to the church and have a talk with Pastor James.

Why don't you come with me?

I'm not leaving Dad. He needs me right now.

Well, let him sleep.

I've read that people in comas occasionally experience

an altered state of consciousness.

But he seems so convinced that it was real,

that he really did cross over to some other, better place.

You don't believe it, do you?

I believe he's experienced a kind of replay of

images he's seen throughout his life in books, movies, artwork.

A neurological phenomenon.

Yes, but clearly to him, it seems real.

And to my daughter, too, I'm afraid.

She adores her father. She's very impressionable.

She believes him.

It must have been so amazing.

Yes, it was.

But there's something missing.

You said something before, and...

I suddenly realized that you're absolutely correct.

What did I say?

You said that maybe the reason I came back was for you.

You're absolutely right.

I did come back for you.

I came back so that you and I could go there together.

To the afterlife.

Together, you mean like when we die?

Yes, when we die.

Right now.

Dad.

Cut it out.

Caitlin, you're only afraid because you live in ignorance, as everyone does.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Stop it. You're freaking me out.

We have to die so that we can live.

Get away!

Which is why I have a responsibility! Sweetheart?

How can I bear to see you suffer in this transitory world when there's infinite,

unbounded joy just a moment away?

You're crazy, you know that?

What's crazy is living your life like it actually means something.

Now open the door. Come on.

Don't you trust me?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Come on. No!

No! No!

No!

Daddy, please!

Galen, we're in the hands of Providence now.

And they're good hands. They plucked me from paradise. You're hurting me!

So that I could take you there with me.

No!

Help! Help me! Please, Daddy. I don't want to die.

There is no death.

That's the wonderful news.

And better yet, we're going to get to go together.

I'm so scared.

There's nothing to be scared of, honey.

Remember when I taught you to swim?

And I stood in the pool for three hours, holding

out my arms, waiting for you to jump?

And finally you did? Well, this is going to be just like that.

Except this time...

We're going to get the jump together.

In the arms of providence, we're going to catch us.

Here we go.

No, Michael! I tried.

I tried.

You did an amazing job on this guy.

He was a bowl of jello when you came in.

Years of experience, you'll learn.

I guess the second time's the charm from Mr. Doyle.

There go the eyes again.

By the way, did you talk with the family's pastor? Everyone knows about it.

Claims he saw the afterlife. Even made a picture of it.

You believe it?

Or you think it was just some image from his mind?

Well, I guess we'll never know.

Faith sustains us.

Sometimes it consumes us.