In the obituary section of the newspaper in Spain, you never see a Chinese face. Neither would you come across a Chinese grave nor chance upon an old Chinese man or woman on the street. So the urban legend goes. The Chinese never die in Spain and if they do, no one knows where they go. For this reason, some people avoid Chinese restaurants. Having watched enough wu xia movies where innkeepers murder their guests and turn them into delicious meat buns for other guests to eat, I don't blame the Spaniards. A less gory but equally interesting explanation is that in a country where the Chinese triad network supposedly spreads far and wide, legal identities are reused over and over again whenever someone decides to go back to China. To end on an unrelated note, Spain has the second highest adoption rate of children from China in the world, behind the US.