Calling Death a hooker? Not a good idea. Living life as a Death Cheater? Also not a good idea. Throwing Coach handbags into a wood chipper? Very bad idea. Risking your soul to save your comatose boyfriend and best friends? Worst idea ever. Especially when the way to save them is to break the world record for footbag. Also known as hackey sacking. And if I don't? I die and so does my boyfriend. The worst part? It's my fault he's in the coma. I bet my soul on the stupidest thing ever to save the people I love. Very, very bad idea. So here I am, on Due Day, writing you this story in the waiting room. If I'm lucky, I'll live long enough to finish it.