Inocencio Fernandez, being well drunk after consuming a lot of mezcal in the bar, began to see many skeletons around him. One of them asked Inocencio “Why you are alone?” It was the Death in person who tried to take him. He thanks the Lord of the Wonders for he could escape, running out of the bar, safe and sound before he died on that November 2. He promised to amend his ways.

Huamantla, Tlaxcala

Little Pedrito Rosales stole a bottle of beer from his father, got drunk and got sick. With this retablo he promises to Saint Jerome to not do such shenanigans anymore.

A drunk driver crashed into the gas station where Nicanor Meneses was working. He thanks Saint Cajetan for everybody survived in the fire.

The cadet Rafael Vasquez got drunk and—being in this inappropriate state—shot his superior. He thanks the Merciful Lord for he was only sentenced to five years in prison and the wounded man suffered no bad consequences.

My husband played dice with a circus owner and won an elephant. They were both drunk when they came home with the elephant. I thank the Virgin of San Juan because the circus owner sobered up and wanted to take the elephant back. He offered instead three circus dogs and ten tickets to the show. My husband was happy to take it because he also got sober and was afraid of his win. And the circus dogs turned out to be very cute and perform different tricks.

Virgin of Guadalupe, it was the most beautiful scene I’d ever seen. I went to the beach to swim and saw two beautiful mermaids. One was singing like an angel, and the other one was in love. I don’t want to drink tequila ever again.

Amador Ramirez
Carmen beach — January 2, 1976

I thank Our Lady of Lourdes because unlike Trevor’s, my nose doesn’t turn pinkish when I drink.

Delfino Ortega got drunk and started to flirt with a transvestite. He thanks Saint Anthony for he realized it in time. He promises from now on to look for entertaining in more decent places.

There was a legend in my town about a ghost of a villista who rode the horse on the Night of All Saints. I never believed that but that night I drank too much mezcal and on my way back to my hut I bumped into that ghost. He told me to go with him to the Revolution. I prayed the Virgin of San Juan, and that moment the ghost disappeared. I thank for I didn’t die of fear.

Feliciano Piña
Durango, Mexico

November 2, the brothers Cosme and Basilio Trejo went to the cemetery to drink. There they met a mister sitting on a grave who wanted to give them a chest full of gold so they could continue to go on with their vice. Suddenly, they noticed that it was a dead man who was speaking with them. They implored Saint Benedict for protecting them so nothing bad happened to them. They promised to cut off drinking and to respect the dead.

Oaxaca

The young man P. M. got so drunk and overdosed he decided to pass through the wall. He thanks for he was taken to the hospital after that accident. He promises to amend his ways and to get out of the bad habits.

My husband Jasinto spent all days drinking in the pub with his friends. I always had to go after him so he wouldn’t end up lying on the street and so would nothing bad happen with him. I ask the Lord of the Wonders to help my husband to quit drinking. Thanks to his divine intervention, my husband now is a good-working man and doesn’t drink.

Pascuala Moreno
Zacatlan, Puebla

Thank you, Saint Charbel, for your help. When I was sleeping, I smelled some rag burning. I went to see what had happened. I came to my elder son Poncho’s bedroom. Turned out he feel asleep drunk with a lightened cigarette which put a mattress on fire. He couldn’t wake up because he was intoxicated with the smoke. Thank you, Saint Charbel, for letting me know.

Carlos Perez
Mexico City, 1967