Your future is not guaranteed. And isn’t that f*cking freeing? If you found out you had less time to live than the average bear, how might you spend it?

That’s a question comedian Michelle Brasier has been asking herself since her dad died of cancer, then her brother, and she was told there’s a high chance she’ll get it too. She’s only young (oh my god so young, and such great skin) but she has been through a lot and it’s taught her to live each day like it’s her last – because it just might be. 

From teenage fumblings in the back of a car in Wagga Wagga (teen pregnancy capital of Australia), to performing with Aunty Donna and her own sell-out comedy shows, Michelle invites you into the highs (seeing Jason Momoa drinking a Guinness next to a classic car in Soho) and the lows (getting dumped three quarters of the way through Pirates of the Caribbean). 

It’s an examination of the tiny things and the big things – how much it hurts to be a woman and a person, and how funny it is to try and get into shapewear, and how funerals are silly. It’s self-help for those of us who hate self-help. A bit of a laugh and a bit of a cry. Balance. Yoga in the morning, whisky in the evening. 

Heartbreaking and hilarious, My Brother’s Ashes are in a Sandwich Bag moves between grief and joy, reminding us that life’s too short to be taken seriously.

‘A perfect three-part harmony of exultant joy, heartbreaking tragedy, and pant-wetting comedy.’ – Osher Günsberg