Death is Only the Beginning

Desmond is consumed by expanding his collection, but not of stamps or coins. His obsession is ghosts, and he'll go to any length to acquire a new specimen. His life, a tapestry of absurd rituals and failed attempts to commune with the other side, erupts into chaotic carnival when a latest "acquisition" refuses to play by the rules. Instead of quiet dread, the house becomes a riotous playground where every specter carries a complicated past and a particularly warped sense of humor.