Seventeen dead. Seventeen separate. interwoven stories written in two parallel columns on the page. In the first column we follow their innermost thoughts, all the secrets and guilt which the protagonists take with them to the grave. In the second, we see how those left behind were affected, for good or bad, by the lives of the deceased. What is the common thread among these seventeen stories? Whether we’re talking about the loss of a leader or the death of a simple housewife, the common denominator remains the fact that everyone, in the end, while thinking they are free, are actually playing specific roles, each in their turn, in the game of modern life. Who, in the final analysis, are really dead? Those who have died, or those who live empty lives?