Oh man, Coco broke me in the best and most beautiful way.

My grandpa had Alzheimer’s, and near the end he couldn’t remember anything but if we started singing hymns or Christmas carols he knew he would sing along with us. I never really mourned him properly; by the time he died he’d been slowly disappearing for years, so the funeral was more of a “good, he’s done suffering” deal.

At the end of Coco I cried harder than I’ve ever cried at any movie. It was like I had all this stuff pent up and never dealt with and didn’t realize it. It all came out in one massive wave of catharsis. It felt incredible.

Now it’s my favorite Pixar movie.