At a young age Coco was engrossed with Dia de los Muertos. He adores the holiday and always goes full blast when it comes upon the living every year. He often helps out with decoration set up or those who need it cooking. He himself had no recontinuation of his family, making it impossible for him to celebrate it of his on admission. Tho, that never stops him from breaking out in spirits to admire it.

Later in life he met his beloved Priest, the two were happy and content til one day Coco's friend passed suddenly without warning. His friend was a wiccian and in honor of them he took up on the culture. It all started as light hearted basics, small things here and there just to keep their memory at spark- Til suddenly it turned for the darker. 

While in his sanctuary, doing his day ritual and watering the town that once knew him as a light hearted fellow turned on him in the blink of an eye. Burning his garden with him trapped inside. They had mistaken him for a horrid omen, a witch of no good. 

He burnt alive with helplessly staring at his priest who made it too late, smiling one last time at him while tears rolled and he collapsed.