In an empty field, a variety of household objects seem to be enjoying a picnic. A table, some chairs, a wardrobe, a bed, etc, while an old 78 RPM wind-up gramophone plays music. Occaisionally another record will remove itself from its sleeve, and roll over to be played. On the table, a tarot reading takes place without a reader. A chess-game plays itself; the pieces knocking each other off with what seems increasing ferocity.

The Weissmann of the title appears to be an empty jacket and pants, with a coathanger for a head, which lies on a bed eating cherries.

Throughout the film, a small hand-shovel or possibly a coal-shovel, gradually digs a hole in front of the wardrobe.