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Celebrating the Day of the Dead

I spent All Saints Day hitting up all the Halloween stores within driving distance, where everything had been marked down and making off like a bandit. You might find this facile, but I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I covered the spiritual aspects of the celebration on the following day, All Souls or Dia de los Muertos, by visiting an authentic exhibition of ofrenda altars in Huntsville, Alabama and enjoying a dinner of authentic Mexican food (which is subtly different from Americanized Mexican food).

Oh, and I went to see ZOMBIELAND: DOUBLE TAP. As one should. That night I drove a coupl’a hours down some serious backroads to go on a “haunted hayride” in the community of Mt. Hope in rural Alabama. I had to wait an hour-and-a-half and it was rather cold out, but at just ten bucks for a ride that lasted over an hour, it was well worth the investments.

My favorite part of the ride was when we passed a cemetery (not a real one, naturally, but one created for the attraction) and a Headless Horseman, mounted on a black horse, rode out from behind a crypt to keep pace with our wagon. We passed a campsite of redneck cannibals, recreations of Elm Street, Camp Crystal Lake, Haddonfield, and the sewers of Derry, Maine. And, of course, as we *were* in the woods, there was a werewolf. How could there *not* be?

The Evil Cheezman • November 7, 2019

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