When the world ended, no one noticed. There’d been no war, no plague, no meteor, no indication of the doom that had befallen us. We carried on. Bought and sold, loved and squabbled. For years of blissful ignorance, it was business as usual. And business was very good.
One day an angel came down to tell us life as we knew it had ended; that we should be trembling and crying with our arms raised to God. People mostly laughed at the angel. Afterwards, he briefly became a sensation on the talk show circuit but we quickly lost interest in him.
Several years later, when he won on Dancing With The Stars, people began to suspect something had gone terribly wrong.