As Easter Sunday comes to a close, I'd like to take a moment and (briefly) reflect on its spirit and meaning. But instead of providing a long diatribe about fighting over pews, stepping on babies, eating Peep casserole and rising from the dead, I've stumbled upon a more appropriate (visual) metaphor.
This, my friends, is an Easter egg. It was laid, boiled, dyed, hidden, found, gawked at, manhandled and eventually disposed of... but not before being photographed for posterity.
Wild speculation stemmed from its discovery, involving everything from tiny Easter dinosaurs to chicken STDs to the still-missing leftovers from Easter Egg Hunt 2002. Bets were made about eating it, but in the end, no one could bear the sight of it. It was, after all, the most hideous thing any of us had ever seen.
So, with that, Happy Easter. I hope it was hideous.