The tasks are simple. Everett Mulligan is there to collect the body. Kyle Bowman is there to clean up the scene. Easy peasy. Get in, get out, get gone.

But Everett, for all he can be on another planet with fourteen tabs open in his brain, isn't stupid like the cops think he is. Something about this death scene isn't sitting right, and he's going to figure it out. Bonus? He gets to team up with the adorkable crime-scene cleanup guy to solve the mystery.

Kyle, ever the thorough and detail-oriented cleaner, can't ignore the scene's irregularities either. He also can't ignore the seriously attractive himbo from the mortuary who insists they should work together to solve what the cops insist isn't a crime. Especially when that himbo is also enamored with Kyle's cats and fiercely determined to make friends with his cranky piranha, Steve.

There's a reason this death isn't being treated as a homicide, though, and there are people who are very motivated to keep it that way.

And they'll do whatever it takes to keep the pair of amateur sleuths from uncovering the truth.