As sure as dawn follows the night, The Day of the Dead follows Halloween. And here we are, the morning after. I looked up rituals for Day of the Dead ceremonies because I was rather curious about its origins. Growing up back east, we celebrated All Soul's Day but I had never heard of Day of the Dead until I moved to California. Okay, I just read that one of the Aztec rituals of honoring ancestors on this day is to make a sugar skull resembling a relative, write their name on it and eat it. Geeze, even if I had a skull made out of chocolate and nonpareils with jelly bean teeth and raspberry drizzle, I couldn't eat it if it had my dad's name on it. I really couldn't. I guess that's what you call a cultural difference.
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