We had a countdown to the rapture where I worked. What the hell, we figured (and correctly no doubt) that anyone with a San Francisco Filmore laminate was not exactly eligible for the rapture list, nope, we didn't have the tickets punched for that train ride, as we're on a different set of tracks to be sure.
Still, just to be sure, (and as a total coincidence too of course) we had the Filmore decorated and media blitzed to look like a Hindu temple, complete with lots of pix of Shiva and the Elephant God, with alters and incense and all that just to make sure Jesus was not stopping at our address.*
When the appointed hour came. Nothing. Sure not us, we weren't expecting that, but not anywhere else either. Was the entire city of San Francisco rapture exempt? - oh spare my heart...But hey, I'm still here. Guess most of us are.
* It was a huge 'women empowering women through yoga' session, lesson and dance (or hippie chicks gettin' all jiggy with other hippie chicks, either way) so we spend a solid 5 hours building alters, putting up decorations, flowers, crystals, flowing fountains, video screens and the like, and since the interior is a deep maroon with gold trim, we were halfway to temple before we started.