They say you can't get to Heaven without passing through the Eternal Rest Funeral Home. And no one gets into Eternal Rest without passing muster with Elvis--the basset hound who's convinced he's the reincarnation of the King of Rock 'n' Roll. Brewing up a big ol' pitcher of Mississippi mystery, Peggy Webb's delightful new series is as intoxicating as the Delta breeze.
Normally, Callie Valentine Jones spends her days fixing up the hairdos of the dead, but when the corpse of local, prominent physician Dr. Leonard Laton goes missing, it's bad for business. So Callie and her cousin Lovie (Eternal Rest's resident wake caterer) have no choice but to go in hot pursuit of the recently embalmed, last seen bound for Vegas by way of downtown Tupelo.
In Vegas, Callie and Lovie hit the jackpot when they find the dearly departed inside a freezer owned by his showgirl mistress, Bubble Malone. But their luck runs out when Bubble decides to join her man in the afterlife. With the poisonous Laton family tree providing plenty of rotten suspects, Callie, along with some help from her basset hound, Elvis, is determined to crack this case--and have a killer singing "Jailhouse Rock" in time for her next haircutting appointment.
I decided to read this one for two reasons-I love Elvis and his music, and because a dog that thinks he is Elvis sounded totally adorable. There was nothing wrong with Elvis the basset hound. It was the assorted human cast that I just could not stand.
Callie is our MC-southern hairdresser, about to be divorced and does make up for the dead in the family funeral home business. She is obsessed with her appearance, which I can sort of understand in her chosen profession, but she is such a dumb vacant airhead that I wanted to slap her. She is divorcing her ex Jack and fighting him for custody of Elvis the basset hound, and moans about how much she hates him. So when Elvis goes missing, instead of looking for him like a normal person would, she calls Jack, rides off on his motorbike and goes off to have sex with him. If there is one thing I hate, it is a ditzy female who can't physically resist one look from the bad boy ex. Ugh. Where is your self respect and restraint???
Jack is an arrogant ass who I instantly disliked and I hated how weak Callie becomes every time he is around. Callie also drove me mad by yet again giving her gambling addict mother more money to squander and then trying to justify it this 'one last time'. Cousin Lovie just jumps on every man she meets including the grief stricken relatives of the funeral home clients. She was another horrible example of a dumb woman who can't function without a constant supply of men in her bed. The funeral home clients were all obnoxious too. Even the basset hound can't stop talking about sex with poodles.
I read a few chapters and it was just all about sex between characters I hated and sex for the dog. I found this very dull, and thought the authors attempts at constant humour just came across as more annoying that anything else. Honestly, I wasn't even that keen on Elvis. I can't say that I liked anything about the book and this will end my moseying into the realms of cozy mysteries! Too much miss and few hits for me!
Read February 2018