Cookies of Death

I'm sure many of you are wondering why exactly this all happened, what was the triggering event. It seems today that the question can now be answered. Dad talked to Steve on the phone this afternoon, and Steve told him that on that most fateful Thursday, they had eaten cookies at lunch. Imitation Oreo cookies, "Crisco" cookies, $1 at the end of the grocery aisle cookies, that Barbara had purchased because they were out of homemade cookies. Apparently Steve and Randy did not really enjoy the cookies, although that did not stop them from eating the cookies (as of now, the quantity of cookies consumed is unknown). At some point afterwards, Randy called Barbara at work and left her a message, the gist of which was, "You've got to stop buying those cookies, they're going to kill us." Well, later that afternoon ... we all know what happened.

Addendum

Tyler and Andrea just stopped by to check in. Tyler was dispatched to Dad's truck to search for a hat, because Dad's head is cold from being frozen on the operating table. Tyler did not find the hat, but he did find Dad's lunch cooler, containing, yes, the remaining Cookies of Death. Randy has been making much of the Cookies of Death, feeling ill just thinking about them ("I ate the cookies, and I died.") (No word from Steve on whether he also experienced death). Warning: Viewing these next photos may cause death.

Still alive? Good.

Cleanse your mental palate with this picture of Scott and a bear.

Addendum 2 (from Logan):

Thanks for the Birthday Wishes! For my birthday April made me a snake cake of life!