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Short NYT feature article on Santa Muerte, an Catholic sub-cult invented by desperate dwellers of the Mexican underworld who feel they have nobody else to pray to.

According to her followers, Santa Muerte is not above pleasures of the flesh, even though she has no flesh. She prefers feathered boas and sequined gowns to celestial blue robes illuminated by the sun. She likes chocolates and flaunts rows of rings on each finger. She chain-smokes, and drinks her whiskey straight.