No more Little Miss Nice GhostWhen I died, I expected clouds, harps, maybe a tastefully celestial wardrobe. Instead, I'm a ghost in suburban Toronto discovering the Afterlife is basically a failing corporation with terrible management, endless paperwork, and an HR department that treats existence like someone else's problem.My only coworker in the business of dying is Kelly—a standoffish, unemployed grim reaper whose main qualifications appear to be changing hair colours on a whim and avoiding responsibility. Not exactly the partner I imagined for navigating death, but when the system starts falling apart, we're somehow the closest thing the Afterlife has to a task force.Now I'm stuck asking the big questions: Is death really all it's cracked up to be? What's the point of living if the Afterlife doesn't even offer PTO? And how did I end up falling for the world's most reluctant reaper while trying to survive eternity?
