What could possibly be worse than getting strike by a bus? Waking up as Death’s new apprentice, that’s what.

I already know how crazy that noises.

For eighteen years, I could see the deceased, so I just about managed to cope with a lot of uncommon things in the world. I even learned to accept my strange, if not slightly frustrating, ‘I see useless people’ ability. But the a very important factor that tipped me over the advantage? I can’t drink espresso in the afterlife.

Not a sip.

I understand what you’re thinking. Definitely about Grim points can’t get any worse than that? Well . I likewise have a competitor apprentice who despises me, a quarterback ghost who won’t keep me the hell alone, an attractive angel determined to consider me out on a date, and a silly small crush on my brand-new boss.

Yeah, you read that last part right. I’ve an aimless crush within the Grim Reaper, and no, he is not a hooded skeleton clutching a scythe. He’s a striking man in a tailor-made suit and every term he utters fills me with desire . . . just like the others perform, despite my best efforts to withstand them.

Contains mature themes.