Book Three offers a satisfying yet sad conclusion to Snyder and Lemire's three-part After Death mini-series. The last page was pure evil and brilliance, something like leaving a fragrant turd in your brain. 
 For those who are just planning to read A.D. After Death, I just want to tell that this is not for everybody. This is definitely not for me as I expected a story which is straightforward sci-fi, but what I got (I should have known in the first place, when the name Jeff Lemire is printed in the cover) are themes of existential dread, yearning for love, transcending loneliness and death. My reading experience therefore was a bit rugged at the start while assimilating myself with these themes. But once you get on with it, A.D. sure gives you one helluva experience. 
 SPOILERS FOLLOW. 
 A dumb, shallow and overly simplistic way to tell what A.D. is all about is to just say that there is this one crazy dude who plans to escape utopia over and over. I'm sure everybody else in the place are just chill with living forever, but no sir, not Mr. Cooke. 
 A deeper meaning of this would go somewhere in being free and being courageous and not anymore running away from whatever FUBAR situation a person experiences. Snyder's prose effectively delivers this message of chilling sadness and loneliness. 
 The prose part gets a bit long for my taste, and at times I felt like reading a novel instead of reading a graphic novel. Yet I understand that part, that for someone who has overcome death, he has all the time in the world to write volumes of journals. 
 A.D. After Death deserves to be seen in the big screen and I sincerely hope that that plan comes into fruition. This is a sad sci-fi story that everybody deserves to see, despite the fact that the story itself is a little alienating to others.