I remember one Sunday sitting in the Kingdom Hall and, out of the blue (after looking at one of those most dreadful pictures of Armageddon), sincerely asked my mother, "Where are we going to go?"
My mother frankly stated, "We'll all just gather here at the Kingdom Hall and God's angels will protect us!".
I continued by asking, "What's going to happen to all the dead bad people?"
My mother responded, "Ferocious birds are going to eat all the dead bad people!"
Even worse, I decided to ask the ultimate question, "Who is going to clean up the mess?"
My mother responded saying, "JWs, of course! We'll have one thousand years to clean up the mess!"
After taking another look at the dreadful picture, I slouched even further back in my chair, thinking to myself, "Welcome to paradise!"