It is a collection of short stories that explores everything from luggage-handling in the afterlife to suburban demons with delivery problems.
As you would expect, Death appears as an old friend. The things living under your bed need union representation. Most importantly, no-one told Effie about the “real” window seat.
Also included is a small selection of poetry which tumbles variously from the hearts of a nine-year old Viking enthusiast, a bereaved daughter, and a person who eulogises for murdered trees.