SPOILERS FOLLOW, if anyone cares.
Dammit. I was on my way to fix that. Curse you and your...well, curse you.
:P
Yes, it was Day of the Dead. The chick who was singing the poem was the ghost of the chick from GROPOS (the hottest chick Garibaldi never slept with).
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