An End To It

He stood on the corner of 5th and Main every morning, a sign in his hands. Although it was replaced often, it always said the same thing, that 'The End Is Near'.

Most people have him a wide berth, as his wild eyed stare, unkempt beard, and quite powerful odor all added to the obvious conclusion that he had mental issues of one sort or the other.

But eventually someone finally asked him what he expected people to do to stop the end.

This caused him to stop his vigil, since he didn't want anyone to try and prevent it.