My Dad loved fruitcake so Mom always had one around. He passed away in 1988. When I was cleaning out her fridge after she passed in 2003 and there, a waaaaaaaay in the back, was a fruitcake. Not only was Mom diabetic, but I had done all her grocery shopping for the last three years of her life and I had never bought her a fruitcake. I gave it to my brother and told him it was his inheritance, a relic, "Dad's Last Fruitcake".
I hope he kept it because there's supposed to be a Zombie Apocalypse this month sometime? With the gun control laws up here in Canada he'll need something to smack the heads off the brain-sucking hordes.
Don't say it, I know I'm a little strange.