I just had the bemused thought that I couldn't tell you how many dates I have heard and read that were supposed to be the end. I even have a relative in the distant past who foretold the end as being 1848 and on the day in question, his flock, having sold (sold? They needed money where they were going?) gathered on a hilltop and waited. And waited. And waited. And finally went home. Then their leader sat at his desk with his papers and pencils and came back to them and said, I miscounted. The end is coming next year.

Damn and blast if they didn't gather again.