Frida’s ghost keeps appearing in her workshop. It go on painting and partying. Virgin of Guadalupe, let her rest in peace. The dead into the pits, the living to enjoy.

To you, Virgin of Guadalupe, I entrust to rest the lost souls who appear in the bar.

Women together, not even dead. Holy Virgin, make all the dead women rest in peace.

We are afraid of nothing. The Virgin looks after us.

One night a giant toad with a skeleton came to me. It spoke and went away. Thanks for it didn’t hurt me.

With this humble retablo, I give infinite thanks to the Virgin of Juquila for protecting me on every November 2, because on this night my bar fills with the souls of the dead of the town who come very cheerful to celebrate their day with lots of music and mezcal.

Nicandro Tejeda ~ Oaxaca de Juarez, Mexico

I, Flaviano Rodriguez, pay you, Holy Heart, with this retablo for saving me from faces with bones that jumped on me in the field. I implored you, and you saved me.

Oaxaca, 1924

Anselmo got drunk because of a love pain, and he was so drunk he fell asleep outside the canteen. When he woke up the next morning he found out that the dead took control of the town. They walked around like they were inhabitants of the town. Anselmo closed his eyes and began to pray fervently to the Virgin of Guadalupe. When he opened his eyes the dead had gone and the normal people was walking around. He thanks the Virgin.

What a joy to come to play with my loyal friend. Thanks.

Lord of Chalma, thank you for saving me another day when I was near the well and skeletons came from it. They wanted to take me with them. I thank you.

Victoriano Diaz
Guanajuato, November 4, 1940

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 Saint Michael to save me, and eventually the ghost disappeared. I bring this retablo for such a great miracle.

Victoriano Sanchez \ Zacatecas, Mexico

Pacomio Jimenez thanks for being saved when mermaids-skeletons scared him and almost drowned him.

Veracruz, August 11, 1942

Inocencio Fernandez was in the bar, being well drunk after a lot of mezcal. He began to see many skeletons around him. One of them asked him “Why you are alone?” It was the Death in person who tried to take him. He thanks Saint Michael 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.