Everything that will happen has already happened. This rain is making the grass greener and these diseased birds are eating the garbage from the ground. God continues to text us encouragement although standard messaging fees apply.
The streetlights will turn green even if no one is there to drive away, the bread will turn bad in the freezer no matter how tightly you wrap it, and I have a feeling the earth will continue turning even after everyone is dead.
Heaven is too far to climb to with a ladder and hell cannot have proper ventilation.
Worrying gives you wrinkles and sadness makes you old and here is the reflection of the moon in a puddle and here is the umbrella the crazy man on the bus made from coat hangers and a plastic bag, and here is you and here is me and here is the earth still spinning even after everyone is dead.