No money, no ticket. No ticket, no passage. No passage, no Eternity.
For the newly dead, everlasting bliss awaits on the other side of the river Acheron. No bridges span it. No one can swim across it. A dilapidated ferry makes the only connection. The ferryman demands cash, value for value. No hard feelings. The Great Mystery of Eternity has ensnared us all.
Fair enough; however, thanks to his family's lack of classical education, Basil Wainwright has arrived without a dime to his name, let alone a coin under his tongue. Moreover, he has upon his person nothing of value to trade.
Stranded between death and Eternity, he must either earn his passage or face complete annihilation.