One of the amazing things about disasters is how peculiarly pretty they are. But generally things are awful too, and so they are missed, forgotten, or forever overshadowed by the disaster itself.
Kendra’s last line was for me, in a way. I get upset when I see blood and gore, even in costume. Zombie parties, they don’t set well with me, sadly. And so it’s nice to know it’s really just mild surprises and frosting.