I Will Remember You. An Obituary.

It was the best of times, now it’s the worst of times. When I was a kid my summers meant endless bicycle riding in the cul-de-sac with a bright pink Hostess Sno Ball in my hand. Just recently Hostess announced the end of an era and my childhood with the death of my beloved Sno Ball.

Sno-BallWhat can I say? You were there for me, providing me with nothing but love, sugar, and an amazing amount of nutrition. You never raised your voice or doubted me. And now you are gone. I will never feel your squishy exterior in my boney fingers or taste your marshmallow insides again. I am not sure if the world will be the same without you. How could it?

Hostess Sno Ball(The children weren’t your only admirers, the art community has been affected by your loss too)

French Bulldog with a Hostess Sno Ball(Oh, the fun we had. I will always remember the good times. I will quickly forget the times when I couldn’t fit into that tight tank top because of you. But I will never forget the puppies, what will become of the puppies?!)

Crying baby

(No one will be able to compare to you. There was only one you.)

Kim Kardashian(Sit down, Kim! SIT DOWN! You are such a show stealer! This is Sno Ball’s moment, okay?! We are all trying to get through this TOGETHER!)

RIP Sno Ball(May your light shine on forever)

You are gone but not forgotten. I will avenge your death and ensure that those who took you from us will experience harsh justice. I will force feed them Home Run Pies and not the real kind, the cheap rip off brands you get at the grocery store.

4 thoughts on “I Will Remember You. An Obituary.

  1. Great post!

    I could go insanely political on this, being extremely anti-union, those whom killed the sno-ball. but I won’t. I remember eating these delicious little delights as a child here in Michigan oh so many years ago. Hostess is near and dear to me. But ‘they’ killed Hostess. Grrr…

  2. One of the best things from Hostess was the birth of Snowballs. So amazingly delicious. But the times they are a changing. As we get older, this is what happens – they become a thing of the past. At least we got to enjoy them.
    Yes, great post!

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