El Goyo Servantes was passing by the cemetery and met the spirit of his buddy who demanded to leave his wife in peace or he would take him out of this world. He thanks Saint Jude Thaddeus for his hateful buddy didn’t hurt him.

Puebla, 1915

On All Saints’ night, I was walking down the street and suddenly saw a ghost carriage approaching me. To my great fear, I heard the driver inviting me to take a ride with him. I prayed to the Holy Lord of Chalma to help me, and eventually the ghost disappeared. I bring this retablo for such a great miracle.

Rosendo Hernandez \ Zacatecas, Mexico

Cipriano Ramos came home after working all day and wanted to make love but he saw that his wife Adelita Perez had a skeleton face. I got scared so much, I implored the Holy Heart.

Monterrey, 1972

A black bow fly came to my house together with a skeleton. Thanks for they are friendly.

Puebla, March 18, 1940

We ask the Holy Virgin of Guadalupe to give rest to souls that sometimes appear at Arrocito beach in Oaxaca.

Unrested souls appear in the pulqueria-bar of don Juan. We beg you, Virgin of Guadalupe, to make them rest. The dead into the pits, the living to enjoy.

Roberto Hernandez was watching stars at night, when a dead appeared riding horse and screaming for vengeance. He thanks the Merciful Lord with this retablo for he didn’t die out of fear and was able to escape.

A dead plays with the boy Luis. Thanks for he doesn’t hurt him.

I was alone and very sick in my bed when I saw the Death in my door. He sent a bunch of skeleton on me. They were joking about me, laughing and dancing around. I implored the Virgin of San Juan, and she appeared shinning. Her brightness scared the Death and the skeletons away, and they left me in peace. I thank because I also got better after this.

January 28, 1982

When I was sick with jaundice I used to have terrible nightmares in which I was going to the cemetery, and there skeletons raped me, and those bastards even took turns.

Juliana Mejia T.
Mexico City, 1967

Venito Huerta almost died from fear when a two-headed skeleton chased me.

Tlaxcala, April 10, 1939

The Day of the Dead, some skeletons asked me to take them in my carriage for a ride under the moonlight. Since I was quite drunk and needed money, I agreed. I thank the Virgin of the Rosary for they didn’t take me to their graves at the dawn.

I, Juan Gomez, pay with this retablo giving infinite thanks for not dying drowning in Rio Bravo when I tried to cross it to the United States to get my American dream. I couldn’t do it because of this racist Donald Trump, but I had a dream in which I saw a skeleton pulling Trump to the hell for being such a pig. Viva Mexico, bastards!

May 18, 2019