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There's no love lost between Imogene and her boyfriend's mother. But when Eleanor is admitted to a sanatorium for her migraines, Imogene takes the high road and visits. The hospital is housed in a creepy mansion with a chilling past. The medicines being used are a throwback to the days of snake oil and superstition. And while she's there, Imogene bumps into a newly deceased patient.

Imogene Lynch, assistant to the head embalmer of Greener Pastures Mortuary, has always longed for family, but her newfound cousin, Chelsea, is a big disappointment. Not only are they complete opposites, but Chelsea needs help with the kind of problem Imogene does her best to avoid-murder. And this one seems impossible to solve since Chelsea doesn't know who the victim is.

Imogene Lynch, assistant to the head embalmer at Greener Pastures Mortuary, feels the final sensations of the deceased when she touches their hair. So, why did she get a hit from a 200-year-old skull? When an earthquake reveals a long-hidden tomb under the historic San Juan Capistrano Mission, El-Greener Pastures' hunky night watchman-moonlights to guard the discovery. He and Imogene have recently declared their love for one another. What better place to grab some alone time than among the skulls and crossbones of the dead?

Imogene Lynch has decorated the chapel for Greener Pastures' first wedding-funeral, but on the morning of the big event, one casket is empty. Has the bride gotten cold feet? Or has someone absconded with her? The spirits aren't talking, but they are making Imogene's life a misery. When the police suspect the mortuary's head embalmer of stealing the corpse to sell on the black market, she and El realize it's up to them to find the missing body.

It's an ordinary day at Harry's Hair Stop until Imogene hears her favorite client's dying wish. Two days later, she finds herself in the embalming room at Greener Pastures Mortuary, bottle of hair dye and scissors in hand. Styling her client's hair for the funeral is creepy. She'd expected that. But she hadn't expected the body to buzz like it was loaded with corpse caffeine. Was it her imagination, or was something more sinister at play? Determined to prove her sanity, she teams up with the mortuary's handsome night watchman to investigate.