Clerk: I am terribly allergic.
Miguel: But Dante doesn't have any hair.
Clerk: And I don't have a nose, and yet, here we are.
Héctor: What are you doing?
Miguel: I'm walking like a skeleton.
Héctor: No, skeletons don't walk like that.
Miguel: That's how you walk.
Héctor: No, I don't.
Tío Oscar: I miss my nose.
Abuelita: No music!
Ernesto de la Cruz: I have to sing. It's not just in me. It is me.
Answer: The aunts may not actually know. Because his ancestor hated him so much, she may have talked about him very little in both the real world and the afterlife.
Greg Dwyer