I had to choose pudding. Something about the end of the world by pudding is both comforting and f'ing hilarious.
I have to concur.
Let's see the History Channel do a Nostradamus Effect on
THAT.
In the Quatrain 234123423423-A section B:
"Yea, verily the matriach didst utter words
and the words didst includeth dessert...
And gooey was the dessert and so much of it that it rained from the sky
and piled higher and higher til' the sun was blocked from view...
and all the grand Dame couldst say was
Tis wholesome, yea, and there be always roometh for the
Jell-o"