You wanna hear a cool ghost story? Yeah, yeah, I know, Halloween was yesterday. But today is the original real deal, el Dia de los Muertos. It's the day when the Aztecs believed the dead came back to visit, and Halloween evolved from their rituals of donning elaborate masks and providing food for the departed.

Like I said yesterday, I'm not a big Halloweenie, but last night I lit a candle and left out a plate of fajitas and beans for the soul of my great-grandfather, Jose Eduardo de Santa Cruz de Moya. And here's the creepy part: when I woke up, the food was gone!

Now I just need to freshen the air somehow -- ghosts smell like burnt dog hair. And I'm sure Kucha's missing whiskers are only a coincidence.