I am just going to post a small post about the Early Demise of the Easter bunny. See
corneliusdurden 's post for an explanation.
We are gathered here in the sight of chocolate, fake grass, and baskets to commemorate the life of a dearly departed and well beloved Children's figure.
He was a great bunny to us all but he, like all of us, had problems. He was an addict. He bothered small children and he scared the hell out of the rest of us. But he was in therapy and he was trying to find the self empowerment to make this world a better place for us all.
In a fight like this, it is inevitable that he would fail in some way. And this is how we found out his predilection for breaking and entering. He was a peeping tom and he would go into houses just to leave candy. Now he had an innocent motive. He loved the look on the faces of children. I understand that he was a lapsed catholic priest, but he was trying so hard to make it all right.
So here we are. He made us happy. He was a candy pusher and a chocolate addict. And he still loved us all enough to leave us plastic baskets, fake grass, cheap toys, and candy that will kill us. How can we not mourn his passing?
death
