I’m not really sure what this idea was really about. I guess I just went on the idea of capturing a particular mood. In this instance I wanted to capture the depressing  mood of the morning after a party. What better why to heightened that mood by having one of the party goers die?   

A Cold Sunday morning. Bottles a strewn across wet grass. Cigarettes ash covered decking.
Each room is curtain less; bodies lie in various states of undress on beds, couches and mattress thrown on the floor. One figure sits upright in bed, fully clothed smoking a cigarette. The smoke exits through the open window above his shoulder. The figure’s face is grim, stoic. His eyes are red raw from lack of sleep and the inability to continue crying.  In another room two girls are asleep gripping one another tightly, their faces contorted by nightmares. In yet another room a young man sit’s on the toilet, his head in hands whilst his shoulders shudder as he sobs uncontrollably.

The aftermath of a party. An event more sombre than a funeral, as people clear away what mere hours ago brought them joy. In this instance these housemates not only clear away what it is left over from a joyous event they also clear away the memories of their fifth housemate who now resides in the mortuary.
Throughout the day these four housemates grapple with the events of the preceding night. Cleaning the house they share and sharing the secrets they hid from one another.