Cette série suit un homme ordinaire dont la vie prend un tournant dramatique lorsqu'il est inopinément recruté au service de la Mort. À partir de ce moment, il doit composer avec des forces surnaturelles, des tâches mystérieuses et sa propre incompétence occasionnelle. C'est une histoire d'acceptation du destin et de la manière dont même une personne moyenne peut trouver sa place dans l'ordre cosmique, même si cela implique d'accomplir une tâche ingrate et souvent dangereuse. Plongez dans un monde rempli d'humour noir, d'action et de rebondissements inattendus, où la réalité se mêle au fantastique.
Charlie Asher is a pretty normal guy with a normal life, married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normalcy. They're even about to have their first child. Yes, Charlie's doing okay—until people start dropping dead around him, and everywhere he goes a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. Charlie Asher, it seems, has been recruited for a new position: as Death. It's a dirty job. But, hey! Somebody's gotta do it.
In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing—and you know that can’t be good—in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore’s delightfully funny sequel to A Dirty Job. Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Someone—or something—is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. He’s trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall “meat puppet” waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host. To get to the bottom of this abomination, a motley crew of heroes will band together: the seven-foot-tall death merchant Minty Fresh; retired policeman turned bookseller Alphonse Rivera; the Emperor of San Francisco and his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus; and Lily, the former Goth girl. Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind . . .