Dia de los Muertos

Ah, Cinco De Mayo. I can smell it now: the tacos, the margaritas, the racism. Here's how to show the Latino people around you that you don't really care for them as humans.
MEXICO CITY -- Maybe the reason why we Mexicans find ourselves so comfortable among the dead is precisely because as a nation we hold nothing dear, not even life.
El Día de los Muertos, the Mexican interpretation of Allhallowtide, celebrates and good-naturedly mocks death as a means of accepting and reducing fear of it.
From Brazil to Oklahoma, El Día de los Muertos comes alive.
We Americans rarely think about death. We like to watch it on a big screen well enough, but in real life, we just don't do death. Perhaps we should. Perspective is precious. The greatest gift of the shadow of death is the challenge to really live life. With full consciousness. And conscience.