An elderly lady lives in her windmill where she clearly misses her late husband. One night, though, it's scheduled to be her last and it is time for her to go and join him - assuming, of course, that the Grim Reaper is up for allowing a reunion. Wait! False alarm! Medical science is trying to intervene... It's now a competition between the scythe of doom and the cardiogram. A momentous tug of war ensues. Who will win? Probably more importantly, what are they actually fighting for and did anyone remember to ask the widow what she wanted in the event that she could choose! There's no dialogue to...