Guess who saw this movie and loved it? It's me, I loved it, it's fantastic.

It had been years since that fateful dia los muertos where Miguel had ended up visiting his ancestors a little too soon in the land of the dead. But he remembered his adventure like it was yesterday. He remembers the dazzling lights of the city and the sense of wonder the spirit guardians gave him as he saw them take flight. Most of all he remembers the joy he felt as he family had finally given them their blessing to be a musician, and the terror he felt when Hector began to fade. Ever since he had made sure that he told anyone who would listen the story of his great great grandfather, and that no one's picture was ever removed from the altar.

As the years had passed Miguel had made a name for himself, using both his grandfather's songs and some of his own creation he became a bigger musician than than de la Cruz ever was. And each dia de los muertos, no matter how old Miguel was, or how much his bones withered until holding up a guitar became a strain he always played, for he wanted his ancestors to hear him and know that he remembered them. But, eventually time worn on Miguel and as he grew older he decided to pass his guitar on, for he wanted to ensure that his and Hector's legacy would at least live on in that their guitar would always be played.

And as Miguel's eyes closed one final time, dante's head on his lap, he could hear the joy of the land of the dead calling to him. Suddenly, he was there, his spirit guide waiting for him as he followed the excitable canine until he came upon his ancestors, waiting with open arms as he was no longer a boy who had made a mistake, but rather an old man who was ready to see his familia again. And as they all stepped back to get a proper look at him Miguel saw his grandfather. Unable to contain his excitement the old musician barrelled into his grandfather, Hector's arms already open wide as Miguel found himself surrounded by his family once again.