"Welcome to the End of Everything (Please Keep Your Hands Inside the Universe)"

There's something comforting about an ending.
Movies fade to black, songs hit their last note, and the universe-ever the drama queen-has its own finale planned. Scientists call it "cosmological destiny." Poets call it "fading into the night." Physicists call it "Tuesday."

This book is not about predicting the apocalypse. It's about appreciating that we live in a cosmic sitcom with a laugh track made of background radiation. The same universe that built galaxies from quantum hiccups also thought it was a good idea to give humans both consciousness and anxiety. That's a bold creative choice.

"The End of Everything" isn't one event-it's a menu. You can pick your favorite from the multiverse buffet: the Big Freeze (slow and depressing), the Big Crunch (loud and satisfying), the Big Rip (messy but dramatic), or Vacuum Decay (blink and you miss it). Think of it as Yelp for cosmic doomsdays.