Newly widowed Champs Noland hates Egret’s Pond, the retirement community he nicknamed Regret’s Pond. Tired of empty condolences, “What to Expect When You’re Grieving” pamphlets, and casseroles delivered by do-gooding widows, he flees to his ramshackle summer cabin on the Sassafras River bringing the golden urn containing Pat’s ashes with him. His plan? To spend his days idly fishing on his rusty old boat, Tetanus, and drinking beer. Alone.