Two things were annoying Mrs. D'Souza. One, the fact that she was dead. And second, the line of dead folks waiting to meet their Maker was insufferably long and impossibly docile.
Restless and teeming with questions, she decides to take matters in her own hands and sets out to find God. Not a big deal, really.
Except for one small thing. How do you seek someone when you don't even know what they look like?
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