Life sucks, and then you die. Or, if you’re James Rucker, Lucifer, aka The Devil, shows up at your door instead of Death, job offer in hand. An offer Rucker can’t refuse. Not if he wants his family safe and fully souled. Rucker is sentenced to hell, writing Lucifer’s memoir. The hours are brutal. His demonic colleagues are lousy conversationalists, and the health benefits are still up in the air. |