Take one lonesome mom, season well with middle-aged health woe, marinade in lachrymal fluid, then let stew in her own juices for several hours and you either have Easter dinner ... or the legendary Rabbit of Caerbannog -- "the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on."
I miss my mom and her amazing Easter baskets.
I miss my son at holidays.
It sucks that Ev has to work on Easter.
I don't want to clean up the kitchen.
Come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.