Dear STT;
Please confer with my good friend Lars on exactly when the end will come. I don't mind running out of my house nude covered in bird seed to make my demise easier for my feathered friends, but it's gets cold in NY & I need a firm date. Between you two (and, of course the WBTS) I have every confidence that the Almighty chose wisely in seers and prophets as yourselves.
Yours Truly,
Mr. Quik