“White chocolate mocha!” Stephen yelled. Morris, at the lectern, motioned sadly to the guards at the back of the church. “Peppermint Frappe!” Stephen blurted. The guards shot him through the heart. Morris watched his brother fall. “Pumpkin spice latte!” Stephen sputtered into a gathering pool of blood. Morris made a judgment call and decided to wait for the congregation to calm down before finishing the prayer.