A reflection of the resurrected dead, the beauty of the resting chill beneath the fingertips. Necrophilia. He loved her, loved her, loved her.

As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of evil hunting down her new roommate, and - worst of all - all the post-break-up comfort food she keeps eating. And to make matters worse, Death is almost certainly going to go down in the record books as being the universe's least helpful roommate. He may be a horseman of the apocalypse but he'll be damned if he doesn't do the dishes. But life's going to get a whole lot harder for Rosa. Death's sudden holiday is resulting in some grizzly repercussions, and now all of the Underworld is out to drag him back. There's only so far sarcasm and strawberry ice cream will get you.

A little boy's prayers are heard by an ancient cosmic being, and they promptly become best friends. Unfortunately, things get messy when the angel finds her own dead body in the woods. With a little time travel and a lot of dedication, will they untangle the mystery and change their given fate?

"Your name's Anna and you're an anesthesiologist?" "Yes." "That's punny." "I can't wait to knock you unconscious." +++ Anna is an anesthesiologist. She's surprised that people laugh at the phonetic connection between her job and her name. She's even more surprised when one of her patients wishes he doesn't wake up right before she sends him under. And when he wakes, he says he could bear living another day if it meant staying with her, which leaves Anna wondering if he's just delirious or serious...