An outlandishly funny, unambiguously bloody novel about fame, love, religion, politics, and appetite It is one thing to die, alone and confused, trapped with your pants down around your ankles in the filthiest bus restroom in existence. It's quite another thing to wake up during the autopsy, attack the coroner, and flee into the wintry streets of Toronto. It's not like Sheldon Funk didn't have enough on his plate. His last audition,...