Shibalba is Death, La Catrina is Life. Yet they have been in love since centuries ago, being lovers with an unmatched love. Today was the day of the death in Mexico, their home, of course.

Both were in top of a cathedral, looking down at the people celebrating the day in the cemetery.

Shibalba: “Really mi cielo, you have no idea how cold and nasty has The Real of the Forgotten have gotten… Please change realms with me.”

Shibalba said in a playful-whining voice.