Dear Mayan Calendar Etchers: I would be honored if the world ended on my watch.
All currently living humans would compose a unique group in the history of civilization; the most advanced generation possible. Imagine the respect we’d get from the other countless trillions that died at some random earlier time. We’d be in the F7 club – the Final Seven (billion).
I ask you, could there be anything more honorable than that in our afterlife?
But if your calendar turns out to be poppycock after all, we’ll just get drunk Saturday, watch football Sunday, go to work Monday and forget all about you and your dopey calendar.