My only real concern about being left behind is what will happen when Satan appears to exercise his newfound dominion over Earth. Will people look on in horror as the Devil approaches me, raises his hand, and we begin an epic 35 point handshake with sweet palm slaps, quadruple finger snaps, and behind the back thumb taps? I guess their fear will turn into an accepted realization when the gathered crown whisper to each other that "He must have previously exchanged his immortal soul for that golden penis." Now I know how Romeo Dallaire felt.