Stuttgart, Café Rösler, Saturday, April 3, 2004 (morning) - a man is drinking. Ralph Zimmermann is alone with himself and the alcohol. Or maybe not. With him are Andy Warhol, Edie Sedgwick, Jim Morrison, and last but not least, his lover Joey. All dead, yet present enough to let a pen roll a few millimeters on a smooth surface. And of course, to comment on what Ralphi-Ralph is saying: about himself, his life, his love, and his own journey into the realm of the dead. "If you're interested in what awaits us after death and what Jim Morrison and Andy Warhol are up to today, you can't miss this novel. And if you're not interested, then you're probably already dead and just haven't realized it yet.".