HÉCTOR
Hey, hey, hold still. Look up. Look up. A ver, a ver... look up. Up, UP!... Ta-da!
MIGUEL
[Looking in mirror] This is you?
HÉCTOR
Dead as a doorknob. So listen, Miguel: this place runs on memories. When you're well-remembered, people put up your photo and you get to cross the bridge and visit the living on Día de Muertos. Unless you're…

