What do you do when you find yourself in a remote mountain village for the election weekend and while everyone is stuffing you fiercely with the most exquisite foods of the world, the porcelain throne refuses to yield to your pleas? And if a single piece of underwear was enough to transform you into the most desirable creature in the world? Would it be a blessing or a curse? And what about all of us who, after death, do not want to be burned or buried, but transformed into useful and aesthetically pleasing interior decorations?
Such and other agonizing questions are answered in a delirious manner in the pages of this book, which reminds us that laughter is often the only lifeboat in the storms of life.