Life After People

"Everything's crumbling Alice. From our basement floorboards to the Sistine Chapel, it's all crumbling."

He always got like this when he heard doomsday prophecies. Recently, he had been watching a show on the History Channel called "Life After People." That was the inspiration for today's depression. This episode cheifly concerned the plight of Las Vegas after the last humans had all perished. It mostly consisted of the rats who had been feasting on the garbage of the former residents of Sin City. With the benefit of CGI graphics, the new tenants were depicted infesting craps tables and showroom booths. Having never needed the services of a high priced, legal prostitute, Alice didn't see what all the fuss was about. Let the rats have it, one less drain on the pockets of the feeble-minded. Alice, of course, had never felt the rush of the craps table either.

"Those poor people, ousted by vermin," Jeff mumbled.

She could not tell if he was talking in his sleep or mearly too weak to open his eyes. She assured him that everything would be okay, and gave him a light kiss on the forehead. It was not in Jeff's nature to be bleak. He was exhausted. She tiptoed out to the bedroom and left him to sleep on the couch. This was how they had spent every Tuesday night since the show began.