Luisa representing Happy Valley, Oregon, with Mictecacihuatl. The story of an exemplary assimilation, which makes us Mexicans, partygoers par excellence. Even though the Garbancera skull, as what is now the famous Catrina, was first called, its history of satire of the elite of early 20th-century, makes it a perfect symbol of the economic disparity of a country ravaged by the Porfiriato and the vision of Diego Rivera, who gave this flamboyant skull a new title along with a more elegant attire, worthy of a true dandy in a hat and bowler! We Mexicans embraced this elegant skull and transformed it. It is a symbol of our culture, combined with the culture of the Day of the Dead and an elegance that gives no importance to death. That is why the Catrina of Mexicans is the living belief that not even death can separate us. We return as long as we are remembered by those who tend the altars in the cemetery, waiting for us. Today, the Catrinas belong to all Mexicans, a distinction, for we celebrate life and even more so, death, with devotion. The Catrinas, full of colors and bones, make us feel that our departed loved ones are already on their way, eager to taste the moles, beers, and fruits.