My midlife crisis. My rules. And if it doesn’t put me six feet under, I plan to live it up in style—possibly for the rest of eternity… After a Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader moment, I discovered I do indeed have a father. He comes with a hell of a lot of baggage, but I’ve decided to keep him. Not only do I have a father, I have a kickass new sister, a ghostly family, and super powers to boot. If you add to the mix that I’m dating the Grim Reaper, it’s a freakin’ party. The only thing standing in the way of my happiness is the Angel of Mercy, though Angel of Misery is more appropriate. She’s responsible for almost everyone I have loved, and who has loved me being taken away. With the help of family and friends, I will track her down and show her exactly what a perimenopausal hot flash looks like in action. Job—Death Counselor—Supergluing ghosts back together and solving their issues is rewarding. For real. Mission—Bring the seriously evil Angel of Mercy to justice without dying or getting anyone else killed in the process. Team—A bunch of certifiable Immortals, including one who re-homes vibrators. Yes, you read that correctly. How to do this? — Wing it. Wine, my Demon boyfriend, a houseful of deceased squatters, and good friends by my side will help. Midlife’s a journey. I will enjoy the ride. The crisis is happening whether I’m ready or not.