Seamus Sullivan never asked to be a werewolf. He never even considered being a cop, that is until his childhood dream of becoming middleweight champion of the world is abruptly dashed by the jaws of a frothing lupus, commissioned to guard the gates of darkness deep beneath the bowels of Midtown Gardens Park. One chomp and Seamus is forever ushered into the world of the undead. No manual provided. With the assistance of a self-appointed guardian, Seamus is doing OK in his earthly afterlife, as long as he controls his Irish temper and adheres to lunar calendar scheduling, and peaceful park duty. But OK becomes a KO when Seamus finally meets and falls paws over heels for his mysterious phantom woman–Claudia the feisty, bright, and beautiful teenage Cuban clairvoyant. Happily ever after? If only undead were that simple. Add to the macabre mayhem Claudia’s baseball Bomber brother, a moldy reporter, a vengeful mama, a questionable priest, a possessed mayor, a gaggle of ghosts, a president’s son, a Confucius groupie, and what do you get? You get a farcely funny ride to the Darkside and back.