My mum had a Jaws cake made for me when I was a kid. You'd have expected the cake to be in the shape of the shark, like the poster or something, but the best they could do was a rectangle cake covered in blue icing with a no fishing sign and a marzipan hand sticking out.
The irony is that a 30 year old with a Mario cake is a 30 year old with the confidence to like what he likes and probably has figured out what is important in life (hint: not what idiots think of you). Those who are commenting on how sad it is are those clearly finding life a bit tough even if they don't recognise their failure.
1) That's a damn good cake to come from a local grocery store.
2) At 32, I would do flips if someone knew me well enough to get me a birthday cake with a game character on it. It'd be awesome.
I'd eat the head with a scoop of my favorite Ice Cream.