Flabby young middle-aged exec. Jeff Daniels' best friend has a heart attack, and so he becomes obsessed with death in this thirtysomething-ish comedy drama directed by David Leland. Never more than mildly amusing, this film suffers from its unconvincing attempts to find the laughs in mortality: it either misses the joke that's laid out on the autopsy table, or else tiptoes around it.
For a half-hour or so, it's pointed and witty, but then its self-satisfied neurosis starts to get on your nerves and the finale, an extended tour of a nightmarish afterlife run by Howard Hughes, is clumpingly unfunny and uninteresting.