Here’s my plan: if I hear anyone playing that song that you quoted in the thread title, I’m going to stab them in the throat. That is all.
That Jesus dude had a couple tales along those lines, didn’t He?
I always try to live my best, but that’s kind of complicated to do when you’re several hundred kilometres from home and in the middle of a freakout. If there was a general announcement that The World Is Going To Blow Up, I’d try to avoid the milling, looting masses (1), get home and hole up with the chocolate ice cream and a good book.
1: a man is the same as two men
two men is the same as five men
five men is the same as fifteen men
fifteen men is the same as a herd of imbeciles
(paraphrased from Enrique Jardiel Poncela)
I wouldn’t even want to know. My life is so full of anxiety as it is, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself no matter what. At least in ignorance I have a little fun in life.
I’d blame Obama.
I doubt I’d do much in the sinner’s list. Have I had enough Wine Wimmin and Song in my life? Maybe not enough Wimmin, why should the last 24 hours be different than the first 40 years?
I’d grab the wife n kids, have a cookout, watch the city burn from a distance. The kids are SIGNIFICANTLY under-age, but I might give 'em a teaspoon of something to take the edge off. They don’t need to discover what a full-on bender is like, the last day of their life.
I’d like to think I’d be much more Dalai Lama than Charlie Sheen, but I really loves my family.
(which, incidentally, isn’t listed as an option in the poll.)
I may let the chores slip a little, though. 
I’d call off work, that’s for sure.
Bri2k
Actually given a certain-end scenario, the bunkering (or heading for the hills) would be for the sake of putting some distance between me and those who would decide to spend their last days in mayhem and rapine. Given a week’s heads-up I’d try to get in my goodbyes in during the first couple of days as I don’t trust people to keep minding the communications system for much longer than that (and for that manner, if the hookers know they’re toast by Friday, what’s their motivation to provide services in exchange for money that’ll be worthless by Wednesday?).
I’d want to know about it. I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t do under normal circumstances except obviously, not going to work and perhaps ignoring other regular activities (eg, gym, bills, shopping, etc.). I certainly wouldn’t go out and do any vandalizing or looting or other things I wouldn’t normally do unless such things are absolutely necessary due to the fact that no one is actually working anymore so there’s no way to actually buy stuff we need for the last few days.
Frankly, I think we’re best defined by how we would behave in such a scenario, when there’s no real consequences for our behavior. And so, I’d like to think that I’d use those last days to make my farewells to anyone I care about and otherwise essentially take a vacation to the mountains or the beach or something to enjoy the last days of nature’s bounty. And I’d probably want to spend much of that time in meditation and prayer as well.
Either way, to answer the title question… I’d feel fine. Why waste my final days being stressed about something I can’t change? I might as well make the most of them.
I’d rather the secret be kept. People are horrible enough to each other without removing fear of retribution as a restraint. I can say I’d behave myself, but I’d rather not have to deal with the rest of the assholes out there who’d want to get all sinful on me when all I’d wanna do is kick back and relax for a change. I’d rather take my routine stress level for another week. And I just don’t see hunkering down with my loved ones as a really good time when we all know we’re about to be vaporized. That would kind of make the last few days a bit of a drag.
This is what I would do.
Eating/fucking/spending spree. No doubt.
Ideally, you’d have enough cheesecake that you could do both! :).
I’d like to know in advance, but I don’t know that I’d tell the kids. Serve 'em a nice meal, with maybe some heavily spiked Kool-aid to let them take that final nap without being afraid :(.
Wasn’t there a Ray Bradbury story like that?
There was a prediction that humanity was going to be wiped out. It was unclear how exactly, but it was going to be tonight. So the grown ups euthanized all the children to spare them whatever the end was going to be. And the grown ups all woke up the next day.
Yeah, I’d wanna know so I can quit wasting my last few days going to work and paying bills and waste them…well, getting wasted, and sleeping with as many people as possible.
Party at my house! 