Imagine waking up to find Napoleon Bonaparte, Janis Joplin and Count Dracula in your kitchen eating Froot Loops.
For Claire Anderson, this crosses the line.
To make matters worse, they’re on the lam and can’t be returned to sender until In Between, the afterlife way station, can arrange transportation to pick them up. In the meantime, Claire tries to contain this motley crew, hoping to stave off an international incident. How do they manage to walk among us? Will Claire succeed in repatriating them? And at what cost?
The Afterlife Coach is a humorous tale of second chances, self-awareness and, for those among us who make bad choices, demonstrates just how hard it is to die happily ever after.
At the beginning, I didn't know what was happening, but then I quickly fell into step with this very unique story of what happens after you die.
It's zany, verbose, and wildly filled with humor. Claire Anderson is having a life battle after losing her husband and trying to keep it together while raising her teenage children, then add these three deceased infamous people into the mix and all hell breaks loose.
It's one debacle after another which kind of made my head spin. This made me chuckle: Claire says to Count Dracula, "So you're saying that because of you and your hickies, scarves were invented?"
Dracula: "I prefer the less vulgar term of love bites. But yes, I do believe that this is the case. Although, at the time, they were referred to as 'cervical collars.'"
Claire: "Somewhere out there is a straitjacket with my name on it."
I wonder what it would be like to be able to redeem yourself after you die?