No one's found his phylactery.
mrspaz
I work in an office that was built in 1980. There are built-in ashtray slots in the restrooms. They've all been glued shut now, but it's very obvious what they are.
There's a main atrium in the building surrounded by the wings of space for cubicles. I can only imagine the smoke cloud that must have hung in the air back in the day!
That kid in the middle looks harrowed; like every day is an endurance test.
"There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots. But there are few old, bold pilots."
Gravity reversal. Like suddenly gravity switches to a universally repellent force and everything on the surface of the Earth starts falling into space (me included). Eventually you'd just "fall" away and the atmosphere too and you'd suffocate.
Ah, I see. Sorry if it sounded nit-picky; I just stumbled across this, thought it was interesting, and wondered about that part.
What about the quacks?
I wrote a program to figure out what day of the week this landed on (assuming it is in fact October 2nd, 151441).
It's a Saturday.
Real downer on the start of the weekend.