Stay aware. The end is never the end.
Carlos de la Muerte took his luchador strength and flair from the wrestling ring to the mortuary. He can embalm a body, console a grieving group of eighty, and protect girlfriend Freeda from sneaky spirits without a single shiny curl falling out of place. Carlos works under the watchful eye of the Virgen de Guadalupe, sometimes with a rose clenched between his perfect white teeth and Smokey Robinson playing over the sound system. He may not have a degree in psychology, but he can answer almost any question about love. And the dead. And a flawless moonsault double foot stomp.