My Big Fat Corpse: Subscriptions to the Afterlife

This isn't your typical inspiring tale of triumph over adversity. There are no heartwarming reunions, no profound spiritual awakenings (unless you count an awakening to the abysmal state of customer service in the afterlife). This is the story of Arthur P. Finch, a perfectly unremarkable man who, through no fault of his own (well, mostly no fault of his own; he was jaywalking), found himself experiencing the ultimate inconvenience: death by public transport.

But here's the twist: Arthur doesn't just die. He sticks around. Not as a ghostly apparition haunting dusty attics, nor as a benevolent spirit offering cryptic wisdom. No, Arthur remains firmly, perpetually, and sarcastically aware. From the ungraceful thud of his own body hitting the asphalt to the chillingly sterile silence of the morgue, and eventually, the indignity of his own burial, Arthur hears it all. He's the ultimate, unwilling eavesdropper on his own demise, a one-man focus group for the grieving process, and a harsh critic of ambulance suspension.