The Afterlife Is Smaller Than Expected

What happens when the universe doesn't notice you died?Harold Finklebottom always suspected his life didn't matter much. He just didn't expect death to confirm it so efficiently.After concluding his forty-three years of unremarkable existence in the parking garage of his beige apartment complex - holding a bottle of sleeping pills that were, coincidentally, also beige - Harold wakes up to discover the afterlife is real. And that he has been reincarnated as a mouse.No white light. No celestial tribunal. No dramatic reckoning with the choices he made. Just a baseboard, a predatory cat named Pudding, and the slowly dawning realization that rodent social hierarchies are disturbingly similar to middle management at Synergy Solutions Inc.Navigating cheese theology, underground mouse politics, pest control conventions, a corporate ladder made of literal garbage, and an existential midlife crisis that arrives right on schedule, Harold begins to suspect that the universe isn't punishing him. It simply never noticed him in the first place.And somehow, that's worse. And somehow, that's freeing.Perfect for readers who have ever felt like the smallest person in the room - and kept showing up anyway.The Afterlife is Smaller Than Expected is a darkly comic novel about insignificance, resilience, and the surprising dignity of a life lived close to the baseboard. Absurdist, warm, and quietly devastating.Fans of Kurt Vonnegut, Christopher Moore, Douglas Adams, and Terry Pratchett will feel right at home.