Can a young woman, out of the blue, go on a trip to the Alps with a strange old man, an urn containing the ashes of his girlfriend, a dog and a chicken? Yes, only if she's reeling from the loss of the little brother she loved more than anything in the world, and even her therapist doesn't know what to do with her deepest Mariana Trench-sized depression and guilt. But still, Yasmin Schreiber’s book is not about death, but about the fact that one day two lonely people who have experienced loss begin to understand each other, and in a boundless sea of grief, laughter breaks out and hope and joy arise. Sad, funny, touching, sincere novel.