cimorene

when god came down to earth to have the apocalypse and started striding about, he quickly noticed that everyone was gone. no, really, everyone. there was not so much as a single republican, or a single gay boy, or a single fandom queen, anywhere on the planet. just empty buildings, smoking craters, abandoned houses and apartments and what not, and he wandered all over getting more and more confused until he found, on a giant cliff overlooking the sea, these words painted, tremendously tall:

WE WERE HERE. WHERE WERE YOU?

[edit: that's a paraphrase of a famous sf short story which i haven't actually read, but which i have had paraphrased for me many MANY times.]