“At dawn, the boys came out of the House of Bats into the yellow light. They went down to the ball court. As they came close, they saw Hunahpu’s head hanging over the court…. Xbalanque took his brother’s head which hung above the court. When Hunahpu had his head back, the two boys laughed joyfully and ran to finish the ball game. The Lords of Death thought that something strange was going on. Even though they played hard against the boys, they couldn’t score….” (from the Popol Vuh, sacred text of the Quiché Maya)
Why let a little thing like Death stop us from playing?