Three Cupcakes and a Funeral
When I die (in about 80 years), I'd like it to be of a chocolate overdose. I'd like cupcakes and BYU chocolate milk served instead of funeral potatoes and ham. You can pick up the necessary baked goods at the dessert cafe aptly named, THE Chocolate. Don't worry. It's just up the hill in Orem and worth every bit of scary State Street driving.
BTW. BGibbs--the next time you're in town, there's a slice of cake with your name on it. Tempting, isn't it?




