My son was killed in a car crash 3 years ago when he was only 6. My wife was in a 6 month coma resulting from the accident. The last thing I ever bought to my son was a bag of runts candy and he looked up me with the biggest smile and said, "You can have the green ones, daddy, I only like the banana ones, they're my favorite!" I'll never remember the smile on his face. I thanked him and separated the candies and watched him eat a few, he wanted to save some for the trip to the store. While my wife was pulling out of the parking lot, a drunk driver slammed his pick up truck to the passenger side, instantly killing my son and nearly killing my wife. The last thing I said to my wife was "have a safe trip, hun" The last thing I said to my son was "hey, save a few banana candies for me" and he gave me 3 and said to save them so we can eat them together when he gets back. When he left, I absent mindedly tossed the candy in my mouth and almost immediately spit them out and thought to myself "this candy sucks, my son is such a fag"