6. Not the cheesecake.
“Anything but the cheesecake,” she screeched as the cake hurled towards the snow-white tablecloth like a comet toward a pristine planet. The cake hit the table with a murderous thump, exploding its red innards on the blouse of the now weeping woman in the blue dress. “It was the last piece,” she muttered from behind tear-soaked eyes. Life, as she knew it, would never be the same from that day forth.