See, a long time ago, there was this family.

The papa, he was a musician.

He and his family would sing and dance,

and count their blessings.

But he also had a dream to play for the world.

Hey, hey, hold still.

Look up, look up.

Dead as a doorknob.

What are you doing?

I'm walking like a skeleton.

Blending in!

Día de los Muertos is the one night of the year our ancestors

can come visit us.

We put their photos on the ofrenda

so their spirits can cross over.

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Alebrijes!

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We're your family, mijo!

Tía Rosita?

Sí.

Papa Julio?

Hola!

Tía Victoria?

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Never forget how much your family loves you.

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