And Then I Wrote ...

A vicious gossip columnist tries to blackmail the producer into marriage while a scatterbrained old character actor erroneously creates the impression that the leading lady has died

The author, also an apprentice mortician, is appalled by the histrionics that accompany the opening of the Broadway show. As a columnist draws mistaken conclusions that the production is really a cover for a bizarre murder cult, the rest of the group foster this impression and substitute a lady undertaker in the role of the much-alive leading lady

Mistaken identities, romance and silly situations combine to keep the audience laughing through three acts of hilarity