The apocalypse, as it was recounted to Croesus the alder tree.
One tree in the afterlife retells a story told of how the Earth ended. It began when a Corpse crawled to the surface, told those present that there is no Hel, and promptly collapsed. Things only spun out of hand from there, as things are prone to do.
I don’t care to delete this profile. I might, if I cared to figure out how. Anyway, I’m writing some stuff offline, but really can’t be bothered to put in the effort to advertise myself online like this, not as of now.