“No Es Serio Este Cementerio” turns the usually grim setting of a graveyard into a playful, almost carnival-like scene. Sung from the point of view of the residents of the cemetery, the lyrics paint a picture of the dead joking about marble headstones, bargain-priced niches, and even Friday-night outings that never go beyond the gate. Instead of mourning, the song serves up vivid imagery—twelve cypress trees as green apostles, Cuban war heroes sharing a common grave, and African choirs singing Misa Luba—all to show that life (and after-life) can still sparkle with humor, rhythm, and colorful flowers.
Beneath the wit lies a gentle social critique. The dead poke fun at class differences (“dukes of Medina and Luengo” rest in luxury) and at society’s obsession with solemnity. Mecano suggests that if everyone ends up in the same place, perhaps we should laugh at our own pretensions while we can. In short, the song turns fear of death into a celebration of equality, community, and the irresistible urge to keep the party going—because “heaven, for me, can wait.”