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 (
http://tim.grimfandango.net/grim/info/poetry.php) 
 I wonder which came first, the poem or the game title.