From bestselling author Terry Pratchett, the world's foremost practitioner of satire and send-up, comes the 11th book in the Discworld series.
They say there are only two things you can count on. But that was before Death started pondering the existential. Of course, the last thing anyone needs is a squeamish Grim Reaper and soon his Discworld bosses have sent him off with best wishes anda well-earned gold watch. Now Deathis having the time of his life, findinggreener pastures where he can put hisscythe to a whole new use.
But like every cutback in an importantpublic service, Death's demise soon leads to chaos and unrest— literally, for those whose time was supposed to be up, like Windle Poons. The oldest geezer in the entire faculty of Unseen University— home of magic, wizardry, and big dinners— Windle was looking forward to a wonderful afterlife, not this boring been-there-done-that routine. To get the fresh start he deserves, Windle and the rest of Ankh-Morpork's undead and underemployed set off to find Death and save the world for the living(and everybody else, of course).
