Fran’s life is the definition of “by the book”: wake up, go to work, come home, have dinner, in bed by 10:15. She largely avoids her coworkers, engaging in only the most superficial of pleasantries, and often daydreams about dying. All of this changes when she has an unexpected shared moment of humor with her new coworker. Suddenly, Fran finds herself going to movies, going out to dinner, attending murder mystery parties, and possibly falling in love. Sweetly mundane but profoundly relatable, Sometimes I Think About Dying is an intimate depiction of one’s emergence from a solitary existence into the wider world all the while struggling to figure out how, if at all, we fit into that world.