This game has so much soul, its gameplay probably feels dated as hell nowadays (haven't played it in years) but it's still in my top 3 best written games ever, along with Planescape Torment and Disco Elysium.

I first played it more than a decade ago and I still think about this poem sometimes.

With bony hands I hold my partner

On soulless feet we cross the floor

The music stops as if to answer

An empty knocking at the door

It seems his skin was sweet as mango

When last I held him to my breast

But now we dance this grim fandango

And will four years before we rest.

In the much awaited follow-up to How to Blow Up a Pipeline, we learn that an excellent, if unexpected, reason to sabotage a pipeline is that you cannot use it to play funky saxophone jazz while it is operational.