Fiction Fridays: What Would Happen If What We Wanted Really Did Fall From the Sky?

This is a mini short story that I entered for a writing competition. The rules were for the piece to be exactly 78 words.
Today is Falling Day. Last week on Falling Day, money rained down; the result was a bloodbath. Punching, kicking, stabbing—all for paper to buy things.
The week before, bowling balls fell from the sky. Thousands died.
Cakes, crayons, and certificates for new cars have fallen (one time, actual cars fell—pointless since most were totaled).
Jonathan has stopped participating in Falling Day. People whisper how strange he is to miss out. He only wants to be happy.