An outlandishly funny, unambiguously bloody novel about fame, love, religion, politics, and appetite It is one thing to die, alone and confused, trapped with your pants down around your ankles in the filthiest bus restroom in existence. Its quite another thing to wake up during the autopsy, attack the coroner, and flee into the wintry streets of Toronto. Its not like Sheldon Funk didnt have enough on his plate. His last audition, for the reality television series House Bingo, had gone disastrously wrong. His mother was in the late stages of dementia. His savings were depleted, his agent couldnt care less, and his boyfriend was little more than a nice set of abs. Now, Sheldon also has to contend with decomposition, the scent of the open grave, and an unending appetite for human flesh. Plus another audition in the morning. For Sheldon to survive his death without literally falling apart at the seams, he has to find a way to balance family, career, and cannibalism, which would be a lot easier if he could stop eating hoboes. Husk, the story of the every zombie.