When Anthony Wistern died, he expected his family to make a bit more of a fuss about it.

Especially after he'd died in such dramatic fashion: skewered by an exorbitantly expensive party decoration in the private lake of his Cotswold's manor house at his sixtieth birthday party, surrounded by the people for whom he most loved flaunting his wealth. And now even death has disappointed him; instead of Heaven or Hell or an empty void, Anthony's soul is stuck in a strange kind of purgatory while he tries to figure out who killed himbefore he is finally released from this interminably exasperating waiting room.

Olivia Wistern knows she should probably try to appear at least a little upset about her husband's death, but she honestly can't be bothered. As usual, he's left behind an unbelievable messfinancially, socially, personallythat she's going to have to clean up.

Their four grown children will be of absolutely no help; she shouldn't have let them become so hopelessly spoiled. And is it just her, or are the police and their ';murder investigation' intentionally getting underfoot? There's no shortage of people who hated Anthony, so can't they look for a killer somewhere other than her house?

While the Wisterns are more concerned about the fate of their money than the fate of their patriarch, one internet sleuth is highly interested in Anthony Wistern's death. She isn't about to let the opportunity to create a sure-to-be smash true crime podcast pass by, not when the murder was committed mere yards away, and not when she has her own history with the victim.

She'll make her name and her own fortune off Anthony's death one way or another, whatever it takes. . .