Everyone dies. Claire knows this—she’s prepped 207 bodies at Scott and Son’s Funeral Home. She’s great at her job. What she’s still figuring out is how to be one of the living.
Tonight, she also has to contend with body 208 she can’t bring herself to touch, a widower she shouldn’t have kissed, a passport she hasn’t used, and the ghost of her grandfather speaking through peppermint wrappers. Awesome.
A world-premiere one-woman dark comedy about death, depression, the meaning of life, and why the hell we’ve decided we can’t talk about any of it.
Trigger warning for frank discussion of mental health, suicide, and death.