Diary of a Coffin Racer

Published on: Thu, Oct 17, 2019

I’m famous. I don’t like to admit it, but hey, it’s true.

Whenever spooky season rolls around, I look forward to three things: copious amounts of candy corn, Halloween movie marathons on Freeform and, of course, the shouts and cheers of all my fans.

They know me from Denton’s Day of the Dead Festival, an annual celebration of all that is spooky and the creative camaraderie of our community. But I’m no musician, nor am I a face painter or a performer — at least not of the variety that you may be familiar with. I am the most fearless and fearsome athlete that ever was and ever will be. I strike fear into the hearts of my opponents during a time of year already defined by the constant cloud of fear. I, Dear Reader, am a coffin racer. 

The annual coffin races at Day of the Dead are where I ply my trade. The people know my name, and ask for my autograph when they see me walking by. At last year’s festival, a young aspiring coffin racer approached me with her mouth agape. She was floored that someone who looked like her could race coffins. Her mother, on the other hand, seemed downright disturbed that her daughter could aspire to such a dangerous career. I, personally, was flattered. 

I don’t say any of this to brag. If you ask my friends, they will probably say that I am quite humble. In fact, I am probably the most humble person you have ever or will ever meet. I say all of this because I want you, Dear Reader, to understand the crown we coffin racers must wear. This profession is not an easy one, and the fame and long hours of prep can take a toll on even the most strong-willed among us (which, if you ask my friends, they will tell you I am). I want you to understand that just as there is a reason I am famous — specifically, my talent and good looks — there is also a reason the coffin races take place on the Day of the Dead. 

It’s more than just the coffins, Dear Reader. It’s the thrill that comes with racing said coffin to victory, and the thrill that I hope you get watching my fellow coffin racers and I race for supremacy. By doing what I do, I not only defy death — I celebrate life.

Who am I? I’ll never tell – but you can come chat with me and the Discover Denton team during the annual Denton Day of the Dead Festival, Saturday, Oct. 26! See the full schedule of events here.