In a WW III scenario, there's nowhere to go. Sit back, crack a beer, nail your chick one more time, and enjoy the show.
Naw, Laz - I’m a survivor, a la Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. If I’m not vaporized in the initial exchange, I’ll find a way to keep going.
What can I say? I’m an optimist about my ability to keep on keeping on. Besides - I want to nail my wife many, many more times. That’s one thing to live for, at least.