Sally has recently left an unfulfilling job to volunteer at a living
history museum, where she is assigned to the Death House. Every day, she
dons Victorian mourning garb and describes traditional funeral services
to tourists. It sounds depressing as hell, but for Sally, it's less
depressing than her tepid marriage to her childhood sweetheart.
This becomes all too clear when she accidentally travels through time
and space to a liminal world where the ghosts of the living history
museum haunt its grounds. There, she meets and falls hard for
Victorian-era pretty boy Nathaniel. Their heady, romantic encounters
douse Sally in the sad reality that her marriage is anything but and
leave her tempted to join Nathaniel permanently in his realm.
Is Sally's marriage literally a fate worse than death, or is there
another way altogether?