“To my beloved mother from my daughters. We remember, we mourn, we love" - a funeral wreath with this inscription on the ribbons is received by a sick but still very much alive old woman. With the advent of this "little hotel" fear creeps into the old house. Soon it becomes clear to all the inhabitants that someone is trying to deal with the big and an unfriendly family of women with botanical names. When one of them ends her earthly existence not quite as she planned, the residents realize that revenge has settled in the house...