The Decalogue

Paweł: Why do people die? Krzysztof: It depends — Heart failure, cancer, accidents, or just old age. Paweł: I mean, what is death? Krzysztof: Death? The heart ceases to pump blood, blood fails to reach the brain — everything stops., stops dead — and that's it. Paweł: What remains? Krzysztof: Everything you did. The memory of what you did, of you as a person. Memory's quite important, I guess. You remember there was somebody who walked with a funny leap, or who was a kind man. You remember his face, his smile, the gap in his front teeth.

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Paweł: It says here, a requiem mass: "may her soul rest in peace." You never said anything about the soul. Krzysztof: It's just a way to bid farewell. There isn't any soul. Paweł: Aunt Irena says there is … Krzysztof: Some people just find life easier if they believe in it. Paweł: What about you? Krzysztof: Me? I really don't know. What are you thinking about? Paweł: It's nothing. It's just — I was so glad in the morning when I managed to get that calculation right, and then the pigeon came for the bread crumbs; but I went shopping and saw a dead dog. I knelt over him, and I said to myself, what good is it? Who needs the information how long it will take Miss Piggy to catch up with Kermit? It doesn't make any sense.

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He sacrificed everything: passion, his family, his career, perhaps even his emotions. Taking leave of our late friend today, the winner of eleven international gold medals and participant of many exhibitions I would like to offer my condolences to his family. I bow down before this grave. Farewell, my friend.

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