None of us want to die. But die we will. There is another way, though, as Herb and Amy find out. And it’s been right under their noses – for 50 years. The silk, a gift of extraordinary beauty, has remained vibrant and entrancing as the Blackies have withered and faded. It represents the fabric of their life together, about to be ripped apart by Mr. B’s illness. But Mrs. B is a feisty one and she’s not about to take this folly sitting down. Unless it’s sitting down at a sewing machine to reshape this overprotected piece of material into something useful. She has no idea of the chain of events she will unleash however. Events that will bring to life, rob of life and reignite the life they have shared. A story of love, mortality, transcendence…and making the first cut.