Take a lone and eccentric woman scientist from ninety-four years in the future, a devastating curse from a thousand old family who practise Wicca, a present day hypochondriac young funeral director (the spitting image of Eric Morecambe) whose business is in Southend-on-sea, and the love of his life who doesn't want him. Mix in the erotic dance of the tango, a comic journey that can only lead to an uncertain doom, and you have, The chronologically challenged funeral director.
Past, present, and future are not properties of four-dimensional space-time but notions describing how people process information. There can never be nontrivial causality violations. We cannot reverse the thermodynamic arrow of the the local environment! (A comedy...really!