Ken is so obsessed with death that he's planning his own funeral - right down to the last morbid detail. He will die in the bosom of his family.
There's just one problem.
His family want nothing to do with him. His upwardly mobile son Nick hasn't seen him in fifteen years - and doesn't want to be reminded of the miserable old man he escaped. But Ken is nothing if not dogged. Whether he likes it or not, Ken's going to remind him of exactly what Nick has been missing ... And who he really is.
In prose that is funny and moving, Louise Dean sharpens her scalpel again to write about the changing generations, about class and ageing and death too, about England now and the England we have left behind.
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