Ever since I first met him Larry would tell me countless lighthearted contradictory plans he had for how he would die, what his funeral would be like, and what would be done with his body. So the idea of his death never seemed real to me, even near the very end. Even as we both waited for it.

I set out to film a roadtrip, but Larryland became a film about the search for home, friendship and death;
asking hard questions about the end of life.

Did Larry's choices mean anything? What makes a good life?

What makes a good death?