There was once a seven-year-old fruit cake in the back of our fridge. A friend and I had been sending back and forth every Christmas between 2005 and 2009 when my friend died of a heart attack. For me, his death in January of 2010 was a tragic shock and I didn't think of the fruit cake until I noticed it last year. When I thought about all the fun he and I had inventing Christmas wishes to go with the cake, I couldn't bear to throw it away. Instead, I buried it in the back yard beside the final resting place of our beloved cat.