This is an anthology that has been scooped out of a thought-jar with a very long spoon, then reassembled on a virtual page.
It is a collection of short stories that explores everything from luggage-handling in the afterlife to suburban daemons with delivery problems. As you would expect, Death appears as an old friend, the things living under your bed need union representation, and no-one told Effie about the "real" window seat.
There is also poetry which tumbles variously from the hearts of a nine-year old Viking enthusiast, a bereaved daughter, and a person who eulogises for murdered trees.