Sunlight filters beautifully through enormous stained-glass windows depicting stories of biblical classics, including a dominant centerpiece of the Last Supper flanked by lesser images of the Virgin Mary, the Holy Grail, crucifixes, and fantastic angels... One image in particular catches Adam’s attention as he staggers through debris-filled aisles, stumbling over felled hardwood benches with drunken clumsiness, with echoes resonating through the nave. He steps up onto the chancel and schleps towards an image of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden… “Where’s my Eve?!” he shouts at the top of his lungs…

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Through a strange twist of fate, eleven-year-old Adam escapes a predator’s lair, only to discover he may be the sole human survivor of a zombie apocalypse. Twenty-six years later, Adam’s living large, with fine art, great music, great booze, handy long-life batteries, and plenty of gardening expertise to keep him healthy. And what he doesn’t have, he invents, using the raw materials he has at hand…which is mostly zombies. 

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A Robinson Crusoe for the zombie age, Adam discovers ways to employ snapping zombie-heads and flailing zombie arms that make life pretty posh on his secluded estate, but there’s one thing missing—love. And so Adam has to invent that for himself too. 

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Blackly comic, wildly irreverent, full of surprises, slyly erotic, and infused with unexpectedly moving perspectives on man’s yearning for connection, A Life to Die For marries comedy, a delicious yuck factor, and reams of inventiveness to answer the question: What would you do if you were the last man on earth?