An Obituary for a Loved Baked Good

We sadly mourn the loss of the last piece of Vanilla-Fudge Marble Cake. Though he appears somewhat oddly positioned in this photo to the left, he was not an upside-down sort of cake. He was a brave delicacy; he survived the insert of the wooden toothpick several times until it "came out clean." It took him ten extra minutes to bake, as he was somewhat underdone at 50 minutes, but he took his stint in the oven like a man. And what a stint it was. He entered the dry heat with his fudge batter on top and exited with the chocolate side having sunk to the bottom. This cake took 2 and a half hours to recover from the heat, situated on a wire rack, during which time he was scorned by his neighbors: the jealous pies. Pumpkin Pie and Cherry Pie had to wait a whole entire day before they were eaten. They believed that, having been baked earlier in the week, they should be eaten sooner than this newly baked good. And yet there he was, stealing all their glory. They wondered why he even would have been baked while there were still desserts to be eaten. Who needed an new treat when there were so many already made? Poor Vanilla-Fudge suffered under their resentful glares. I'm sure they told him he was unwanted and that he would have been better off unmade. But Vanilla-Fudge Marble Cake was not unwanted. He had a purpose in his short life. A purpose which he was able to fulfull that night. After being drizzled with semisweet icing, he again underwent the painful process of being stabbed with something, but this time it was birthday candles. Vanilla-Fudge soaked up the adoring stares of those around the table and hardly noticed when he was cut open. Those first 5 pieces that were eaten under his supervision made him so proud. And then. A harsh blow, the next 4 slices of Vanilla-Fudge were wrapped up and sent away. Disgraced, Vanilla-Fudge renounced those pieces of himself and swore that no other piece would leave the house. He happily offered the next 2 slices up to see them devoured but sadly realized that he was at his end. He managed to hold on for 32 more hours but he was far gone. Around 9:15 this night, the last remaining piece of himself was ingested. His container, which he had resided in for 2 days, was torn down and washed. Now all that remains of Vanilla-Fudge Marble Cake is a memory, a memory that stirs up thoughts of dense chocolate vanilla goodness in the hearts of those that ate him.