It was the fox's fault. If it hadn't darted out from the verge into the path of the van, Sean wouldn't have swerved into the ditch and no one would have died, As it was, Sean and Nole find themselves on the side of the lane chatting with Azrael, the Angel of Death, and setting off along the crooked road to heaven. There in the Serene Palace of Heavenly Justice St Peter is waiting to tell them their fate, but in the meantime there is much to learn about the nature of death and a good deal of repenting to be done.