Summary: You may have heard of the Grim Reaper, a skeletal man in a shadowy black cloak, scythe in hand and ready to take the souls of the dead on to the afterlife.
But you've got it all wrong.
Truth is, the Grim Reaper is an immortal twenty year old who lives a typical life in Las Vegas, with normal everyday problems piled on top of her already overflowing plate.
That's me: Ophelia Grim.
Plot: Ophelia is the grim reaper. Simple as that. She's got a job to do, but no boss, just a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that if she quit guiding the deceased to the afterlife, something awful would happen. Eventually, she shirks her duties and messes up big time; deceased souls are running amok, and if she doesn't stop all of them, powerful poltergeist and all, the world as we know it will just kinda... descend into chaos and it'll really suck. What, you were expecting some grand climax?
