My Grandfather Is One Heck Of A Mummy

It isn’t easy being a murder victim. Most particularly if the murder part didn’t take. Then to add insult to injury, you end up being stuffed into a trunk for some seventy odd years in an extremely arid climate which causes your body to mummify. But this is exactly what happened to Hank Skinner. Now a shriveled shadow of his former manly self, but much to his relief, still very much a man, Hank is discovered in the attic of his wife’s house by his granddaughter, Jo. As it turns out, his wife, May, had tried to kill him when she caught him in bed with another woman. She did however succeed in killing his well endowed bank robbing mistress, Clash, and stuffing her remains in another trunk in the attic.

The discovery of her granddad’s mummified - yet living - remains doesn’t help Jo’s mental state too terribly much. She’s already dealing with turning forty, she doesn’t need her long- thought- fugitive grandfather to suddenly reappear, most particularly in a mummified state. It also doesn’t help that he keeps hitting on her - not really believing she‘s his granddaughter. The one good thing that does come from her discovery is that it proves her granddad didn’t help Clash rob the bank. But if Clash was killed right after robbing the bank then just where is the money? It’s not in the attic, so where could Clash have hidden it? It’s this very search that leads Jo, Hank, Ava (Jo's Mother) and her sister Faye, on a rather humorous and mind-boggling adventure.