Deceased, snarky heroine? Check.

Deceased, sarcastic BFF? Examine.

Murdered ghost stuffed within a locker? Check.

Death isn’t what Bridget Sway expected. Not at all.

The afterlife is chaos of bureaucracy full of nonsensical rules. It’s a style disaster for any uniform and a job that doesn’t spend. It’s a heinous communal living circumstance with housemates who’ve no idea of personal privacy or personal space. And it’s a good looking parole officer who is a stickler for all those nonsensical rules that no-one has bothered to explain.

As if all of that wasn’t awful plenty of, someone has stuffed a deceased ghost in her locker . and the afterlife police are ready to pin the murder on her.