Love. Time. Death.

Now, these three things connect every single human being on Earth.

We've one for love, we wish we had more time,

and we fear death.

Did you lose a child, Howard?

Howard is a brilliant, creative, charismatic guy who used to love life.

Right now he hates it.

I tried to talk to him, I tried to reach him,

and... he's not there.

I miss him.

He writes letters.

Who were they to?

Howard doesn't write letters to people.

He writes... to things.

Time, love, death.

Kids write letters to Santa Claus, that doesn't mean they're crazy.

No, this is some therapeutic.

Who did you write the letter to?

I wrote the letter to death.

Nice to meet you.

You're charmed, I'm sure.

Nope.

People write letters to the universe all the time.

Most don't get a personal response.

But you are.

I am tired. I'm a gift.

And you're wasting it.

You may think I'm crazy, but I'm having... conversations.

I am in love.

Don't try and leave without me, Howard.

I saw you in her eyes when she called me Daddy, and you betrayed me!

I'm the reason for everything!

If you can accept that, then maybe you get to live again.

These are reaching out to the cosmos for answers.

There's so much more at stake here than you even understand.

You've been given a gift.

That's profounded.

Connection to everything.

Just look for it.

I promise you it's there.

The collateral beauty.