EDGAR’S WORST SUNDAY

In life, Edgar Vincent always maintained one great passion—himself. A semisuccessful composer, his rock star lifestyle suited him well, and his narcissistic outlook ensured he was a man with few concerns. Callous comments, thoughtless promiscuity, binge drinking, and excess sufficient to shame Caligula were standard Saturday night fare. Sundays for Edgar had always been a painful haze of sickness and regret. So when Edgar finds himself in the cloudy planes of the afterlife on one particularly bleak Sunday morning, he determines that to find peace, he must put aside his ever-present hangover and try to figure out how he got to this point…and where he’s meant to be going now. But as Edgar makes his way through this surreal spiritual realm, he realizes that facing his death is hardly as difficult as facing himself. Heaven, however, presents Edgar with an unending smorgasbord of hedonistic delights, so he’s in no particular hurry to change his self-serving ways. After all, considering he’s already dead, what more could he possibly stand to lose?