After I Killed Myself, I Became Mr. Bean's Neighbor

Twenty-five, unemployed, socially anxious, and ugly. On the last day before life crushed me, I chose to say goodbye to the world in the wilderness.

When I woke up, I wasn't in heaven. I was lying in a rented room in 1990s London.

And I had a strange neighbor: he drove a green Mini, his best friend was a teddy bear, he danced around when happy, and his whole face scrunched up when sad...

Wait, isn't that Mr. Bean, the guy who only exists on TV?

When a girl who has lost all hope in life meets a man who takes life so seriously it's almost funny, the most absurd and heartwarming healing journey begins.

But a photograph of a missing woman turns this healing journey into an adventure.

Content warning: The book's logic isn't very airtight. Some information introduced later isn't foreshadowed earlier, because the author's writing skills aren't quite there and the story sometimes goes off in unexpected directions. If that bothers you, feel free to skip it.