Some woman made a Death Star cake for her Star Wars loving husband. Which in and of itself is enough for me to hate my wife. It may look like doo doo, but it's actually a white cake with vanilla buttercream icing and marshmallow fondant Death Star parts. I bet he was real happy with it, I know I would be. What I was not happy with was the cake my wife made for my birthday. Because it wasn't actually a cake. It was genital crabs. She sort of rolled the "Happy Birthday" and "I slept with the UPS driver" celebrations into one.