In spite of being dead for years, he still comes back with his friends to sit at the kitchen…

The Day of the Dead, I decided to put an altar for my recently deceased wife. So I cooked her favorite dishes. That night, I heard some voice calling me. I went to the sitting-room and I saw, with astonishment, that it was my wife scolding me for bad cooking and oversalting the food. I thank Saint Charbel for I saw my angry and complaining wife only that night, since she was also unbearable when she was alive.

Aniceto Romero
Puebla, Puebla

I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe because she miraculously saved me from the horrible nightmares I used to have. I had a dream in which I was raped. Now, thanks to my prayers to the Virgin of Guadalupe, I sleep well.

Isabel Benitez
Chimaltenango, 1976

M. R. and J. A, were fucking in the cemetery, and suddenly they were attacked by skeletons. They thank Saint Charbel with this retablo for they managed to escape. They promise to be more respectful.

I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for saving me the other night when a skeleton tried to fuck me.

The Day of the Dead, in front of the tavern, some skeletons asked me to take them in my carriage for a romantic ride under the moonlight. Since I was pretty drunk and they offered me enough money, I agreed to take them. I thank the Virgin of San Juan for it didn’t occur to them to take me to their graves at the dawn.

I married a widower and on our wedding night I found out that every time I looked in a mirror I reflected in it as a skeleton. That was because my husband’s first wife had bewitched the house. I was scared and prayed to the Holy Child with the Ball. Afterwards I ordered three requiem masses. She has rested in peace, and I thank the Holy Child.

All the fellows from my band died in an accident. Then their skeletons began to visit me and play instruments in my room because they were jealous that I am alive. I prayed for their souls to the Virgin of Guadalupe and she made them rest in peace. So I finally can sleep also in peace.

On the Night of the Dead, our friends, my husband and I were going to the capital. We stopped to eat in a remote village in Puebla. We noticed there was a bar where the celebration was going on. So we decided to dance a little. But at the midnight all the inhabitants of the village turned into skeletons. We got scared and ran away. We thank the Virgin of Zapopan for the dead men didn’t do anything to us.

The brothers Cosme and Crispin Trejo went to the cemetery to celebrate the November 2 and met a mister who sat on a tomb. He was going to give them a chest full of gold so they would continue with their vice. But suddenly they noticed that it was a skeleton who talked with them. They implored the Virgin of the Solitude for protection, and nothing happened with them. They promised to not drink anymore and to not disturb the dead.

Tlaxcala, 1948

Virgin of the Solitude, I thank you for giving me courage to deal with all sort of clients working here in “The Hell” as a whore.

Julia
Oaxaca, Mexico, 1962

When I got heavily drunk, I thought I was dancing with the she-skeleton. And my family, I absolutely forgot about them because of the vice. Then I prayed to Our Lord Jesus Christ so he would save me from the vice. Thanks to Our Lord I stopped drinking.

Ernesto Castillo Salas
Mexico City, 1967