Only Mostly Dead

No one tells you how much paperwork there is after you die.

I expected to wake up on a cloud where angels played harps and fed me grapes. Instead, I'm a ghost stuck in suburban Toronto. The only one who can see me is an unemployed grim reaper who'd rather play video games.

Turns out the business of dying is a train wreck. But if there was ever a girl boss who could get it back on track, it's me. All I need is a little help from my new undead roommate, whether they want to be involved or not.

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