A beekeeper walks among the devastated hives of his apiary in his best clothes, with a thick rope in his hands and calling on death. She actually arrives at the appointment. She is wearing a wedding dress, a black hat with a veil and an electric guitar slung over her shoulder. From the meeting comes to life a dark fairy tale, a pop comedy, a punk-cabaret-magique, where the beekeeper and death can dance with a rope around their necks, where a noose can support swings to play with the laws that govern the universe.
