It wasn't really "counsel"; it was more "chastisment." My husband is a firefighter. The sister of a co-worker of his is the oldest living survivor of cystic fybrosis. Every year, the fire department does a "takeover" of a local pizza parlor, and the firefighters serve pizza. The parlor donates all the proceeds to the cystic fybrosis foundation. My husband has volunteered his time to work the takeover for years.
One year, it fell on a Thursday night, and instead of going to the meeting, he worked the takeover. At the following meeting, an elder asked him if he had been sick. He said no and explained where he had been. The brother was shocked and disturbed and told him, "You shouldn't be wasting you time on things like that. She's going to die anyway, and besides, if she dies before Armageddon, at least she has the hope of the resurrection."