Occasionally this book was very funny. This line, for example: 
 "My PI techniques would never be the stuff of legend. They would never make it into criminology textbooks or university lecture halls. But I did feel that, with some focus, I could have a strong presence in chat rooms." 
 More often, it thought it was funny but was not funny at all. And the premise of the book -- that the heroine is not just a grim reaper but the grim reaper, made me nuts with the illogic of it all. She's supposed to show everyone into the light? And she lives in Arizona or New Mexico or wherever? What about the people who die in Kazakhstan? Don't they get to go into the light? More than 150,000 people die each day in the world. But she's taking care of the handful of people in small-town U.S.A., and screw the rest of the world? That seems a little unfair, not to mention illogical. 
 A lot of people seem to enjoy this book -- there's a blurb on the front cover from J.R. Ward calling it "the best debut novel I've read in years" and it apparently won some award -- but I didn't connect with the characters, with the story, or with the humour.