That’s messed up!
I don’t know what Mexico has corresponding to the US “911” but maybe the medics came earlier, declared him good and dead, and covered the body up to await the arrival of a hearse.
When I kick the bucket, once the doctors have verified that saving my life would be impossible, I don’t care if a crowd eats tacos around me. Shoot, share some tacos with the paramedics and the undertaker, too, my treat (I can’t take it with me).