A Bienial Tradition... ruined?

So. Hostess went under but I wasn't worried because even as a child a creme filled sponge didn't appeal to me and besides they don't make Funny Bones. Only Drake's makes Funny Bones, so my biannual tradition actually finding and then indulging in a single packet of Funny Bones is safe for now... right?...

...An overheard whisper last Saturday...

...A google search Sunday morning...

...wait...

...No?!!!...

Noooooo!!!

Hostess owned Drakes!!! But where am I going to get my 5g of Saturated fat in a single, glorious, fake peanut butter filled, snaking? This cannot be...

Now I know what you're saying. Canada still has their Hostess factories running and can't wait to add these manufactured snacks to their chief American exports (alongside comedians, hockey players, apologies, and Bryan Adams). And yes according to rumors Mexico is willing to take up the slack in the can-survive-a-nuclear-holocaust-cakes department. But let's be serious. Nobody besides me really ate Funny Bones and I only had them but once every two years. Twinkies, Ding Dongs and Wonderbread will continue to thrive. My Funny Bones are screwed.

Luckily in researching this article I came across this gem...

Did Ingmar Bergman direct this? I am pretty creeped out here and I made it all the way through Hour of the Wolf. My craving for confection is fleeing out the window, I think I'll be OK.

P.S. Funny Bones are neither Funny nor Bones... Discuss.