Coco is probably my favorite Pixar movie. My grandfather had Alzheimer’s and near the end he was largely unable to communicate but still knew how to sing and remembered words to songs.

When Mama Coco sings at the end it broke me. I cried harder than I’ve probably ever cried in my adult life. It felt incredible. I realized I hadn’t really ever mourned my grandfather, because his death was years of slowly fading away. Such a powerful catharsis.