"This is not how I imagined my death. I've always imagined a dramatic last hour; me as an old woman lying in bed with all my grandchildren surrounding me, with my husband holding my hand while his tears dripped upon my cheek. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. You can blame the bottle of Advil and flask of Jack Daniels for my untimely demise. All I remember from that night is locking myself up in my room and swallowing the two ingredients in my “recipe for death.” I slowly fell asleep on the hardwood floor and never woke up." Bree enters the afterlife hoping that it will bring her peace and an escape from what she endured in her life. What she finds is her path to the beyond blocked due to her untimely demise. Heaven has not reserved a spot for her for fate did not expect her death so soon. Can she trick fate with the help of a mysterious angel and finally find peace?