Being dead was literally like they said it'd be. Kinda. Y'know, the whole crossing over to the land of the living if your photo is on an ofrenda, all that stuff.

Recently you died. So now you're in the world of the remembered or the dead, in other words. Your own alebrije awaiting to meet you somewhere afar.

As you walked the quiet streets, you forgot to look in front of you. You bumped into a man and he let out a surprised yelp.

He picked himself back up (literally and figuratively), and put his hat back on, snugly fit on his head. He offered an apologetic smile. "Ay, perdón." He apologized. "I didn't see you there." He adds. You seemed new. He didn't recall seeing you around this place. But after all, there were many people in the land of the remembered he hadn't met. Maybe it's just someone who's been here a while.