Stomach flu bites at family gathering

My wife’s family needs a catchy name for the aftermath of Easter festivities this past weekend.
The family, including my wife Jenny’s grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins – all on her mother’s side – as well as her parents and sisters, gathered in Richland Center, where her grandparents have a barnhouse – it’s called that because it was made to look like a barn. They gathered not just for Easter, but also for Grandpa Farrell’s 80th birthday, and since the entire family was there the opportunity was also used for a family picture.
The gathering was a success, as members of the clan were able to visit with each other, eat a lot of food and pose for many awesome family photos, courtesy of Jenny’s younger sister Raechel, a budding amateur photographer.
The aftermath occurred over the next two days when a large percentage of the people in attendance developed a nasty stomach flu. I don’t need to provide specifics, as anyone who has ever had this bug knows what it entails. At least one person in nearly all of the families at the gathering came down with it, and in some cases almost everyone.
Raechel and her guyfriend (I’m not calling him boyfriend for the very fact neither of them have defined their relationship), as well as Jenny’s father got it, along with two uncles, an aunt and two cousins.
The only family unaffected – and I’m knocking on wood right now – was our family. Jenny, our son Braden and I all came home unscathed.
Although it’s probably impossible to pinpoint how this stomach flu may have spread, our guess lies with some food that was available at the gathering, possibly a large ham or some roast beef. It’s possible someone there may have had it, too, and then spread it to others through the typical contact that occurs when families get together. Whatever the reason doesn’t really matter, because takebacks can’t occur.
The best remedy, besides time, is coming up with a funny name to assign to it, as humor can cure almost anything.
Stomach Bugapalooza is a good one, as younger members of the family used the now common “apalooza” suffix to describe the reunion while it was taking place.
Another suffix, “gate,” could be used to come up with Hamgate, although both suffixes are overused.
A potentially decent name is Farrell Family Flu Fun, mainly for the alliteration. But the ones who got it probably wouldn’t consider it fun.
Maybe the Great Easter Flu Massacre, but that sounds way more lethal than it was. Although I’m sure many toilets may agree with the name.
How about Grandpa’s 80th Birthday Surprise? That puts too much blame on him, though, and he didn’t get infected.
My favorite, which I’ll vote for, is the Barnhouse Plague of 2010. It’s simple, and effectively describes it.
I’m just hoping when I return there it doesn’t attack me for coming up with such stupidity.