The Zagars are three generations of men living in the same house. When the eldest begins to decline, the son challenges the grandson (his son) to a photo contest to see which of them can take the "most objective" photos of the dying man. Near the end of the radio story, the father admits to the son that the whole thing was a subterfuge to make the teenager spend time with his grandfather at the end. The photos (some of which are reproduced in a slideshow) are graphic documents of flesh-swallowing bed soars and cracked, skeletal feet. They are sometimes harrowing and impressively unflinching, but also somehow tender -- not exactly "objective," I'd say.