Drenched in film noir, jazz, and surrealism, the alternative future of Grave Digger Blues is both familiar and strange, not unlike the black comedy of the Cohen brothers and Jordan Peele. During the last summer on Earth, Hank Zzbynx is a traumatized war veteran turned private eye who stalks the mean streets of an urban hellscape called Liberty. His home office is a speakeasy called The Morgue. In addition to investigative work, he’s a professional assassin. Although the dead men don’t keep him awake at night, he’s haunted by the ghost of Marilyn Monroe and a bizarre night creature, the Headless Supermodel. A second protagonist, touring a jazz troubadour called Blues Cat, is caught in a Sisyphean web of one-night stands, perpetually on the road from one devastated city to another, trailed by obsessed ex-lovers, enraged husbands, and The Muffin Man, the soulless agent of a vengeful billionaire named Big Bill Clyde. Mysterious clients Brimstone and The Big G hire Hank to find and kill seven bad actors named after the seven deadly sins, but upon finishing the job, Hank becomes entangled in a missing husband case. This one takes Hank and assistant Alias through an underworld of sex workers, fetishists, hotel keepers and embezzlers. Hank must track a pair of cross-dressing redheads across the country seeking the husband’s embezzled $500,000, plus his stolen heart, for a bizarre and violent denouement.