Fiction by Christopher Moore
Is Death a person? You know, like The Grim Reaper, with the scythe and the black robe and whatnot? Well, no, not literally. But what if....
In this story there are people who are Agents of Death, people unseen by anyone but the dying person, who usher the decedents into the afterworld, or whatever. And Charlie Asher, a bumbling San Francisco thrift shop owner, unexpectedly becomes an Agent of Death. Also he's a widower with a newborn. How will he navigate this new (under) world?
This was an original story with fun characters, but it got weird. (YES, weirder than that description I just gave, believe it or not!) I'm still not sure about the ending.
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