In the sleepy town of **Pomuch**, nestled in the Yucatán Peninsula’s Campeche state, there’s a cemetery unlike any other. Here, death isn’t quiet. It isn’t sealed away behind stone or hidden behind flowers. In Pomuch, death sits in the open—neatly arranged in wooden boxes, cleaned and cared for by the living. And the bones? They breathe stories.

As the sun sets on November 2nd in the quiet borough of San Andrés Mixquic, the local cemetery begins to glow. Hundreds of candles flicker to life. Marigold petals form glowing pathways. The air is thick with the scent of copal incense and tamales. But this is no ordinary cemetery visit — this is a sleepover with the dead.