Reflections.....and smoke.

Soooo I don't have a picture of this story but was reminded of it just recently. While I was violently ill in Argentina, we happened to visit the big cemetery in Buenos Aires which is quite spectacular and very popular. Honni ventured out on her own because some of us were having trouble trolling through the rows of tombs. So she hops back to us at one point with a sinister look on her face (as always) and says she has something to show us. I am not taking the bait on this one because we are in a cemetery and I don't really enjoy stories that start like that in places like this. She keeps on us, that it is strange but she still thinks we will like it. After about 10 minutes of this, we decided to follow her. She turns left down a narrow aisle and from a distance I can sense something is off. As we draw closer I see it, smoke coming from one of the house-like tombs. At this point, my steps grow smaller as I fall to the back of the crowd. I am not interested in being the first one to discover the reason for the smoke. Without understanding, I am suddenly craving a plate piled high with ribs and roasted chicken. We pass by slowly and see that the door is propped open to reveal 4 men, sitting around a tomb, smoking up some hot dogs and carne asada and enjoying a nice little feast. Apparently this is a custom in latin america. Discuss amongst yaselves....