End of the world.

""I thought," he said, "that if the world was going to end we were meant to lie down or put a paper bag over our head or something."
  "if you like, yes." said Ford
   "That's what they told us in the army," said the man, and his eyes began the long trek back toward his whisky."
"will that help?" asked the barman.
"No." said Ford, and gave him a friendly smile. "Excuse me," he said, " I've got to go." With a wave, he left.
   The pub was silent for a moment longer and then, embarrassingly enough, the man with the raucous laugh did it again.  The girl he had dragged along to the pub with hime had grown to loathe him dearly over the last hour, and it would have probably have been a great satisfaction to her to know that in a minute and a half or so he would suddenly evaporate into a whiff of hydrogen, ozone and carbon monoxide.  However, when the moment came she would be too busy evaporating herself to notice it.
  The barman cleared his throat.  He heard himself say, "Last orders, Please.""
- Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

If the World did end tomorrow, I would be happy to know that I spent the few remaining hours reading this book.

See ya tomorrow, or not.