The Undertaker

In the rain-soaked backwater of Kiltimagh, County Mayo, death is just another local service — and Seamus "The Grim Ginger" O'Flaherty runs it with a snarl and a bottle of Jameson.

By day, Seamus is the town's undertaker, burying drunks, farmers, and forgotten souls in a crumbling funeral parlour where the coffins leak and the embalming fluid smells suspiciously like whiskey. By night, he offers a different kind of service: permanent solutions for the worst scum in Ireland — wife-beaters, corrupt politicians, loan sharks, and gangsters who think rural Mayo is easy prey.

Seamus isn't a hero. He's a foul-mouthed, morally flexible, ginger-haired menace with a simple rule: only kill people who deserve it — and make sure it's funny.

But when his blackmailing ex-wife demands €26,579 for an outrageous new boob job, Dublin gangsters start circling his turf, and a botched hit pulls him into a family betrayal that could bring the Gardaí crashing down on him, Seamus's carefully balanced double life begins to unravel in spectacularly violent fashion.

With exploding bucket bombs, paralysed hitmen, crooked priests, drug lords, sheep-infested bogs, and one spectacularly unlucky squirrel, The Undertaker is a savage, laugh-out-loud crime novel that blends Irish gallows humour with Quentin Tarantino–style violence and Trainspotting-level filth.

This is not a cosy mystery.
This is murder with punchlines.

Welcome to Kiltimagh — where the dead don't stay quiet, and the undertaker is the most dangerous man in town.