Woodford Harbor is bidding farewell to one of its own. The cycle of life is universal, and this tiny coastal village in Maine is no exception. One of the town's great ladies is being returned to Mother Earth in a ceremony befitting her life. On a rocky coastline overlooking a harbor full of boats, halyards are clanging and seagulls are swooping. The townsfolk who adored her are gathered in her honor. It's a quintessential moment until ...suddenly Lizzie George, the local funeral director overseeing the service, spies the bludgeoned corpse of Ty Waters, the local tennis pro, crumpled behind a nearby headstone. Ty, who is normally turned out in a crisp polo shirt, pressed white shorts, and spotless tennis sneakers, is not looking very snappy now. As Lizzie looks into Ty's shallow, narcissistic, egotistical life, his secrets are unearthed when dozens of middle-aged ladies each want their personal tennis ball placed in his casket. No one, however, wants to pay for his funeral.