I come from a culture of sad mourners. If we had stuck with the pure Irish way, maybe we’d be better off – with whiskey for water and three-day wakes. But my mix of ancestry as a typical American mutt seems to have cut out all of the celebration and left me with a sad funeral coupled with unsatisfied crying. Tears and an occasional song or quote is all that is left to comfort me through the funeral day, the only day when our community mourns together. As an antidote, I give you Dia de Los Muertos!