Mara died of pure corporate burnout at 2am, refreshing her email one last time — and her reward is the afterlife, which turns out to be an infinite, fluorescent-lit 9-to-5. Instead of moving on she's conscripted as a death-processing clerk: clear the backlog of other people's deaths or your own ticket gets escalated to deletion. Deadpan workplace cosmic-horror comedy, played as Monday-morning dread, kept warm — these are coworkers, not monsters.