Tongue-in-cheek horror. It began with Bernie McKay (and hist not-too-reliable wife, Angie). Uncle Albert was laid out in his coffin, dead as a doornail, and things were on a reasonably even keel. But then Uncle Albert sat up and accused Bernie of stealing his gold, and first of all Bernie didn't know what he was talking about, and second it took a considerable tussle to get Uncle Albert to lie down again, get his casket-lid fastened, and the coffin buried. But that wasn't the end of it - far from it. There was "Hat" Stetson, for instance, who dug the coffin up again... sort of. And there was the business of Angie and Paul Gibson, the putative partner in Bernie's firm. And that wasn't the end of it, either. Not by a long shot. (from the back cover of the Baen Books first edition)
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