The suburban book of the dead - Robert Rankin

AT LAST!
The much-longed-for final part of the stupendous ARMAGEDDON trilogy.

And so it came to pass that on 27 July 2061 in the land of Eden, the money-free Utopia, Rex Mundi did toil mightily in his back garden.
And he did excavate a cesspit like unto the one which his wife Christeen - the daughter of God and the twin sister of Christ - had been giving him GBH of the earholes regarding the need for therewith.

And verily in the midst of his labours did Rex's spade strike a buried object of not inconsiderable size.

And lo.
It were a marble statue of Elvis Presley.

Oh yes siree!

For Elvis looms large here, much to Rex's discomfort, which is further increased when he discovers that the walls of Jericho fell to the strains of 'It's Now or Never' and that David slew the dwarf Goliath wearing blue suede shoes.
When Rex is confronted with The Singular Case of the Purloined Presliana, and the Luminous Order of the Sacred Sprout, he realises things are getting out of control...