This article first appeared in Vice Magazine It is a sweltering afternoon in May on a patch of empty Arizona desert straddling the US-Mexico border. There is not a soul in sight, no one to mind the cloud of dust…

Good evening ladies and germs. So, I just flew in from America and lemme tell ya…those Americans. They are sooo poor! “How poor are they?” Funny you should ask. They’re so poor that–get this–Americans can’t even afford their own funerals….