Once upon a time there lived a guy named Tantalus who was, for reasons that will become clear, a rather unpleasant fellow.
Tantalus was the king of a place called Sipylus and had a great deal of money so the Gods thought he was cool. He also may have been the son of Zeus. Some say that he wasn’t but if you know anything about the promiscuity of Zeus you can pretty much just assume that yeah, he probably was.
Anyway, Tantalus used to get invited to dinner with the Gods on Mt. Olympus all the time which was a pretty big deal. Even so Tantalus would be a real jerk about it and do jackassy things like steal nectar and ambrosia to take home with him which was really a rude thing to do. Way worse than like, stealing all the sugar packets from Starbucks.
Also, he used to listen to the Gods when they were telling each other secrets and then go back home and gossip to all his bros about it. This was seriously uncool as well. But despite all this the Gods were pretty chill about it. Although these things were insulting and a betrayal of trust and all they figured he was young and rambunctious and would basically grow out of his bad behavior. Oh boy, were they wrong!
Because one day Tantalus gets wind that the Gods are all-knowing and wishing to test this ability gets it in his head to prank them. So Tantalus invites all the Gods to his place for a dinner party. Knowing that human flesh was forbidden food (understatement) Tantalus decides to kill his son Pelops, chop him up, and serve him as the main course. This is what we in modern times call – a really fucking extreme thing to do. Seriously, this is way, way, way worse than stealing sugar packets from Starbucks. In fact how one makes the leap from the equivalent of stealing sugar packet to killing and cooking one’s child is just rather baffling to me. But Tantalus does it and sits back and waits for the Gods to chow down on his son.
The Gods are not fooled by this and rightfully say, “What the fuck Tantalus? I mean what the holy fuck is wrong with you?” And all of them (except one) refuse to eat. Zeus in particular is really pissed off.
So Zeus in a rage kills Tantalus by smashing him on a mountain and then went about destroying everything he ever created including his kingdom (which is a bummer for anyone living in that kingdom but divine retribution is a bitch). This you would think would be the end of the story – but wait, there’s more!
You see Zeus is not the kind of God that simply stops his punishments with mere death – just ask Prometheus or Sisyphus – when it comes to devising a really good eternal damnation Zeus was one of the more diabolically creative deities.
So down in the underworld Zeus makes sure that Tantalus is always hungry and always thirsty. He then makes Tantalus stand in a river with a fruit tree’s branches hanging just over his head. And for all eternity whenever Tantalus reaches down to drink the water it recedes away from him; and whenever he reaches up to eat the fruit it moves away just out of his grasp. This is why when we torment someone with the sight or promise of something that is unobtainable we call it “tantalizing” in honor of this truly reprehensible dude.
So I guess the moral of this story is: if you ever feel the need to kill your children and cook them for a prank – don’t. Seriously, just don’t. I really cannot emphasize this enough. Do not do this.