On Wednesdays I take my daughter to speech therapy and wait with Devilboy in the lobby. There's an old man who brings his grandson at the same time and have repeatedly overheard him talking to the therapists about the rapidly approaching end of the world. He's not just talking--he's got his own Rapture webpage (which I still can't find) and prints flyers about it.
I have to wonder that if you really thought the world was ending, would you worry about speech therapy? Are lisps barred from the pearly gates? Shibboleth, sibboleth!