Canned chaos on a plate, adored by some, scorned by others, a word that floods without end, filling inboxes with empty chatter.

I resemble a bracket, but I do not hold things up. You can make a Sasquatch forest disappear with me.

I go in hard, I come out soft, you may choose to blow me.

I am one object divided in two parts. What I hold can nourish or tantalize. I am close to many people’s hearts. What am I?

I only dress in black, I usually lose a lot of sleep, and my best friend is my employee. I will not go to the theatre with my family ever again. Who am I?