We saw Coco last week, everyone cried, and then once we got past that god-awful Frozen short film, they were all good tears.

Coco is a film filled with color, both literally and in its authentically rich portrayal of Mexican culture.

But aside from the heartstring-tugging moments and gorgeous animation, it also presents a really interesting perspective on death that we don't often see in cinema.

Welcome to this quick take on Coco, and prepare for major spoilers.

Also warning, I'm going to butcher all the Mexican names.

I'm a gringo.

Sue me.

First, a recap.

Set in Mexico, young Miguel Rivera loves music and wants to play guitar like his hero Ernesto de la Cruz.

But music is banned in the Rivera family since his great-great-grandpa left his family to pursue a career in music.

After Miguel steals de la Cruz's guitar on Dia de los Muertos, he's transported to the realm of the dead.

Believing de la Cruz is his great-great-grandfather, Miguel ventures to find him in hopes of receiving his blessing to return to the living world.

Getting to this mega-celeb is a hell of a challenge, but luckily his new pal Hector agrees to help him in exchange for putting up Hector's photo on his family's ofrenda,

a shrine with pictures of departed ancestors so he's not forgotten and is able to visit the land of the living to see his daughter.

Stuff happens, and it turns out that Miguel's great-great-grandfather is not Ernesto, but Hector, whose beloved daughter is Miguel's great-grandmother Coco.

De la Cruz murdered Hector, stole his songs, his guitar, and ultimately his chance to be remembered by his family.

Miguel returns to the land of the living, sparks Coco's memory of her father by singing, puts Hector's picture on the ofrenda, and they all live… or die happily ever after.

As evidenced by the number of hipster sugar skull tattoos I see in Los Angeles, many Americans are fascinated by Dia de los Muertos, and Coco isn't the first animated film that makes use of that setting.

In 2014, 20th Century Fox put out a movie called The Book of Life, which also features a boy who eschews family tradition to pursue music, is transported to the land of the dead on Dia de los Muertos, and requires the help of his ancestors to return to the world of living.

Even though these films feature similar plots, they couldn't be more different in their portrayal of death.

In The Book of Life, Manolo's dead ancestors basically exist only to assist in his journey and give the producers an excuse to cast Ice Cube.

You are writing your own story?

Death is presented as something static.

Once you're dead, that's it.

If you're remembered by your family, you get to party, and if you're forgotten, you're a sad sack of s**t.

But either way, you're dead.

Coco elevates this concept by introducing a second kind of death beyond the biological — the symbolic death of being forgotten.

Once there's no one alive who remembers you, you disappear from the land of the dead, passing away a second time.

That second death is brought on solely through relationships to others.

In Coco, it's people's memories that mark the difference between life and death.

An interesting way to think about this is through the lens of philosopher Jean Baudrillard, who talks about death as a kind of social relation.

The Western cultural understanding of death has been filtered through science to the point where we now think of death as a primarily biological phenomenon.

Once your heart stops and your fingers start rotting, you're dead.

Baudrillard compares this to certain non-Western cultures in which death has a symbolic relation of exchange with the living.

In these cultures, not only is death something both given and received by the living, but the dead can give and receive as well.

Coco explores this system of mutual exchange between the living and the dead.

Miguel needs the help of his relatives to return to the land of the living, but they need his help as well.

Hector makes a deal with Miguel to bring his photo to the ofrenda in exchange for his assistance in getting home.

And on Dia de los Muertos, the other living characters interact with their ancestors despite not being able to see them.

They eat at the gravesides, bring offerings, and authentically honor those who have passed.

It's only the exchange that occurs on Dia de los Muertos that prevents the dead from experiencing the second, honestly way more terrifying death, that happens when you're no longer remembered.

Baudrillard says that in most Western societies, that kind of two-way exchange between the living and the dead doesn't exist.

The dead aren't a group that the living interact with, and the more a society is obsessed with rationality, the less of a role dead people play.

Among the dead people we do remember, we put them on money and on posters and learn about them in history class, but we don't think of it in terms of a relationship.

We don't expect anything from the dead, and we don't offer them anything either.

Even the idea of this sounds pretty wild, but this removal of the dead from our social interactions changes the shape of a culture.

Eventually, Baudrillard says, when the dead don't interact with the living, they become obliterated.

We see this obliteration in Coco, when individuals stop existing once they no longer have living relatives to participate in that exchange of remembrance and celebration and care.

Chicharron, the only person we witness experiencing that second death, doesn't leave a body behind, the way he certainly did in his biological death.

His skeleton fades, and all that's left of him is a guitar and a bunch of junk in a hammock.

But while memory might be enough to save the dead from permanent extinction, they suffer when they aren't able to return to the living and interact with their family.

I just had a really hard dia de muertos and I could really use an amigo right now.

Memory matters, but the living have to be willing to give something more than that.

For Baudrillard, this give and take between life and death would mean that dying and being born are not necessarily opposites.

They're part of this big system of exchange as well, and death can be traded for life via social interactions.

Although he's not talking about Coco, although we wish he was, Hector's shift from being forgotten to being celebrated among his descendants is, in a sense, a kind of rebirth.

Although he hasn't quite crumbled into dust yet, he's at risk of being obliterated the moment Coco forgets him,

and the spark of her memory brings him back to life, even though biologically he's still dead as a doornail.

When Coco herself eventually dies, she's reunited with her parents in the land of the dead.

Even though she looks about twice their age combined, with them, she makes her journey back to the land of the living for their yearly visit.

The fruitful exchange of dia de muertos still involves Coco, but now from the other side of the ofrenda.

There's a reason that people cry when Miguel sings Remember Me at the end of the film.

It's a moment of connection between Coco and her long-gone father, but it's also a command to all of us not to forget the dead.

The performance of the song brings symbolic life back to Hector, but the words of the song itself celebrate the importance of life beyond death.

For a kids movie, that's pretty damn profound.

Although, coming from Pixar, we wouldn't expect anything less.

Coco gives us all the good stuff, sweeping musical scores and shots so colorful it's like shooting up a box of Crayolas.

But it also makes us think, is true death when your heart stops beating, or when there's nothing left of you in people's memories?

Is the mark you leave on the world really its own kind of immortality?

Thanks for watching, guys.

I hope you loved Coco as much as we did.

Peace.