Or, in Chile, Dia de todos los Santos. And, in the south of Chile there is a long lake named El lago de todos los Santos . Named by Spanish priests on -- can you guess? -- Dia de todos los Santos. Where, four years ago, my wife and I were. By chance we were there on Dia de todos los Santos.
On a whim, we climbed up a steep trail leading up off a dirt road that led to the Argentine border. The trail had a small sign by it pointing up the side of the mountain to a cemetery. We were curious to see what kind of cemetery would be on a mountainside in a temperate rain forest in the middle of nowhere. When we got to the cemetery, we found a group of people cleaning the graves and cutting out the vegetation that had grown up around them. I have no idea where the people could have come from.
Neat.