Bridget's afterlife has finally settled down into a nice, safe, dead-body-free rhythm. And she couldn't be more discontent.
And then someone starts murdering livies . . . with a scythe. Feeling partially responsible, Bridget jumps into the investigation with both feet, her best friend Sabrina, and all of her housemates in tow.
But, as crazy as it sounds, finding a killer isn't Bridget's biggest concern. Her biggest concern is how will she be able to survive the mundanity of the afterlife once the investigation is over.