Dying is the easy part, it's what comes next that usually sucks. If you're lucky you've earned yourself a one-way ticket on the express train to paradise. Everyone else has bad news coming.
Austin is part of that everyone else. Sixty years ago he was sentenced by purgatory to be a Charon for the afterlife. A ferryman whose job is to shuttle souls across the great divide until he earns his way upstairs. Hell's taxi driver, not the worst job in existence. So how did one simple fare lead to a bounty hunting angel, swinging sixties Satanist, a half-demon waitress, and a big ass explosion?
No one said life was fair, why would death be any better?