Señor

Señor, do not forget your sombrero.

Señora , you will need your serape. It will be both both hot and ice cold in the Sonora desert, your destination.

I speak of your passion, your betrayal, and death. Dia de los Muertes has arrived for you.

Si. Your perfidy has been discovered. Your protests of innocence have no weight. We will not ask why. Protestations mean nothing-your sour fetid morning breath poisoning the morning breeze.

Ah. Your carriage has arrived. It’s a hearse. Disfrute su viaje.

Adios.