Growing up Catholic in a large, extended German immigrant family in Canada with more relatives than I can possibly count, death was as natural as life itself. But no one “does death” quite like the Mexicans do as witnessed in Puerto Vallarta on Día de los Muertos (the Day of the Dead). Attending Catholic school until age 11, the church was attached to our school and it was required that all students attend masses and every funeral, whether they knew the
