The whole world grieved. Many fled, but only for so long until they realized that the Earth is round and they had nowhere to go. Some sought to fulfill their miserable lives in the remaining hours, while some emptied their pill bottles. Everyone prayed, but no one denied the inevitable extinction of life. They wept into the hair of their children, mourned for themselves, and drank into fantastical delirion. They drained their planet of its mystery, wrung out every last droplet of predilection, and savored every expectation. They demanded to be heard; “I am IMPORTANT!” they raged from their crumbling rooftops. Even the ghosts cried out, “Save us!” But they hit the sun anyway, and the rest of the universe didn’t even quiver.