Every November, Mexico explodes with color. Streets glow with marigolds, plazas hum with music, and families gather in cemeteries where candles are lit late into the night. T his is Día de los Muertos, also known as Day of the Dead, a holiday where memories are alive, laughter mixes with grief, and the boundary between worlds feels thin. At the heart of it all are the ofr en das. These are not simple altars, they’re works of art. A photograph of a grandmother might rest