"The scenario says you don't have much longer to live. You'd better straighten out the mess you've made of your life."

Millionaire media mogul Raymond Neenan can't believe his ears - or his eyes. The seat next to him, empty for the whole flight, now barely contains a huge man who looks a lot like Chicago Bulls superstar Michael Jordan.

In fact, the "man" is the Archangel Michael ("Not Mike, not Mickey, but Michael. You got a problem with that?"), and he's looking to make a deal for Neenan's immortal soul.

Neenan isn't interested in his soul or anyone else's unless there is money in it, but a little well-timed turbulence that sends the plane hurtling earthward causes him to reconsider. If he doesn't believe in it, what could it hurt to sign?

But for a man like Neenan, making amends is no easy task. Though he never knew it, he's damaged a lot of lives, including his own. He's hated or feared by his parents, his ex-wife, his children, and practically everyone he's ever met!