My father was... a drinker. And a Twizzler fiend. And one night he comes home...hungrier than usual. Mommy gets the Twizzler bag to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So - me watching - he takes the Twizzlers to her, laughing while he does it! Turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious, son?" Comes at me with the Twizzler bag... "Why so serious?" He sticks the Twizzlers in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face!"