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: No one really knows, perhaps the 'true' afterlife, though that is entirely speculation.