In my early twenties I found myself visiting Rome and walking on the grounds of the Vatican. The other JWs I was with were freaking out and acting like petulant children, adamant that they must leave immediately lest Armageddon came and wiped us all out. I refused and told them all to go on to the next spot on the itinerary.
I spent the next 2 hours inside the Sistine Chapel marveling at the ceiling and wonder that is Michelangelo.
If armageddon came at that moment I did not care. It was worth it.
I caught hell for that for years after. I like to think my travel companions were really just upset at themselves for being stupid. :)