After Life

After life comes AfterLife™.

AfterLife has been a flourishing enterprise for a while now; discovered and conquered years ago, the safely maintained space in the ether is for souls to congregate once their fleshy bodies have expired. It's really quite brilliant. A world of its own, unaffected by the land of the living but still easily accessible if you take a walk into oncoming traffic. Afterlife is by the people, for the people.

And Death is pretty pissed about it.

Out of a job and invisible to those who no longer accept their passing as final, Death rolls between bars and wills himself drunk enough to forget the fact he's now a waste of space. Shame he doesn't have a body to absorb the alcohol. That's the thing with being an entity isn't it? Just don't try and tell him that.

Cue Steven. A thirty year old man reasonably well acquainted with Death. So he can see him just fine. And now he's calling in a favour.

Stuck with eachother in the beyond, they make a plan and a deal: Death helps Steven find his friend who came to Afterlife in search of The Last Exit, and Steven helps Death get his job back.

What could possibly go wrong?