Not sure what this means, but since the morning of Easter Sunday, I've already seen two bunnies squished dead on the road.
I will drown my dead bunny-related sorrows by eating one of their chocolate brethren.
The Easter Sunday church service my wife dragged me to was not that interesting in that it was very similar to any other service and that I almost fell asleep several times. The only real difference was that they had baptisms afterward, which is apparently a common tradition for the Easter service. My wife looks forward to these because she finds them to be uplifting stories that reassure her faith. I was looking forward to them because I want to hear some of the crazy twisted thinking some of these people display (like the stereotypical "God sent a deer through my car windshield but he was with me protecting me so I escaped with only serious injuries, hallelujah! I believe!" - which I've actually heard). Alas, this church was right next to the university, so all 4 baptism candidates were just 1st or 2nd year students who had always been mildly religious and had just decided to get more serious. Better luck next time.