jonratch:

New Clothes

“You’re heavier than you looked, amigo. But I sincerely hope you enjoy your new home,” Ernesto dusted his hands free of dirt, his work done. “I would have felt terrible getting your resplendent white suit dirty, so you don’t mind las ropas del espantapájaros I found for you, do you? I thought not. Now, even if you’re found, no one will be able to identify the body. I’m sorry that it had to be this way, Héctor, but you weren’t going to get in the way.”

(I was wondering why Héctor’s clothes weren’t the ones he was wearing when he died, when everyone else in the Land of the Dead appear to wear what they wore when they died. Maybe it isn’t the clothes you die in. Maybe it’s the clothes you’re buried in. And then this hit me, because Héctor is dressed like a scarecrow)