Melting A Chocolate Bunny.
(Be patient---there are three different ways to melt, and each is mesmerizingly horrific.)
Why is this so depressing? I think because no matter how much I tell myself it's just candy, I'm still watching the death and disappearance of something sweet and innocent. The bunny doesn't move, just takes it. Well, of course it does.
And the slow melt makes me think about getting old.
I don't mind getting old. Just don't like to think of it all at once.