When you were born, your parents probably had a celebratory party where cake was served in your honour. On all other special occasions, you probably also have cake.
But what about when something bad happens? Why do so many of us fall into despair with a bucket of cheap ice cream or crap cookie dough? Why must we subject ourselves to sub-par fatteners, when we’re already feeling down? I think it should all end with cake.
In the words of my friend @SimonLawry: “OHM NOM NOM“

Cake!!! I don’t think my parents had cake when I was born though.
Wha? That’s unusual.