Found this link on Reddit. I search barred the title, but I didn't look especially hard, so if it's a repost please excuse my waste of bandwidth.
It's a pretty long read and a TL;DR doesn't do it justice, it's worth the time. It's about the people who come to inform you when a loved one dies in the line of duty, this story specifically detailing one marine's experiences. Pretty thought evoking if you ask me.
It's all in the hips.
This looks like the end for young Happy Gilmore.
"When a calendar comes to the end of a cycle, it just rolls over into the next cycle. In our Western society, every year 31 December is followed, not by the End of the World, but by 1 January. So 126.96.36.199.0 in the Mayan calendar will be followed by 0.0.0.0.1 - or good-ol' 22 December 2012, with only a few shopping days left to Christmas." - Excerpt from Dr Karl's "Great Moments in Science".