Mostco Wholesale Corporation

Ben Banke never imagined that the afterlife would involve being offered a job he couldn't refuse or being sent to another world that laughed at the concept of workplace safety. Though the world of Helvetica was nice enough if you ignored all the horrible things out to kill you and all the horrible ways you could die. Whether it was Primordial One that had devoured the sun, the Abyss Moons that cast the world in darkness every so often, or all the myriad of horrible monsters that dwelt everywhere. 

Not that he didn't appreciate being offered a job, given the state of the job market he had left when he died. At least Mostco, the corporation giving him the job, offered some good benefits. Maybe he could even retire one day if the stars somehow aligned. Still, regardless of whatever problems he faced, he would show this new world he had been thrown into the joys and wonders of a big box warehouse. Somehow. One way or another.

He just needed to build a store, find a place to put it, people to staff it, the inventory he could sell, who to sell it to, and a million other things first. How hard could it be?