What does it take to be happy? Well, certainly not the truth. Jamie Stone is as honest as you will find and lives a modest and simple life. His true love is Caroline, and Caroline’s true love is his best friend, Ryan, and Ryan’s true love is for himself. Love is supposed to be everywhere, but rarely is it in the right place at the right time.
When Jamie and Caroline die in a car accident, Jamie passes on to Paradise alone. He is greeted by debonair Scotsman Archie, who tells him to forget all about Earth and enjoy his new supernal existence, cakes without calories, sunshine without sunburn, every day a duvet day and clocks that never say you’re late.
Even though Archie won’t tell him why Caroline free-fell straight to Hell, Jamie soon learns of her countless evening strolls, early morning jogs and bathroom breaks with Ryan, and inflamed by betrayal, he heads straight back to Earth masquerading as a helper, real destination old-pal Ryan, intent on delivering some less than angelic revenge.
Earth-hating Archie is quickly dispatched to retrieve Jamie but only ends up stirring the passion of not-so-dormant volcano Miss Dinkie, landlady to a usually dull and unremarkable guesthouse-by-the-sea who believes that even the best love is a superyacht with a hole hidden in its hull. Ryan has finally found true love with the alcoholic wife of a narcissistic money man who is now intent on killing him, and Jamie soon gets side-tracked dodging Archie trying to save the soul of a suicidal father who recently lost his son. Nothing goes unnoticed, and Jamie learns that even the best of us can be undone by others.