So, today is not the end of the world, and Harold Camping is a loon. I'm happy to have once edited a book that provides a more sane approach to the Bible's teachings about the end of the world.

That said, we all get our very own last day. This past week, we passed the anniversary of the falling asleep of a Whiskerino King, BaldBeard, from cancer, and a couple weeks ago we passed what have been my moustached father's 66th birthday - he died when he was 37.

If today were my last day, I would enjoy a delicious beer, and I would most certainly still wax my stache. In this picture, I'm enjoying a fine ale at Lancaster Brewing Company, in the midst of Pennsylvania's Amish country.

Recently, I spent a whole day acting as if it were my last. Here are the things I would do.

I don't want to be a downer in the middle of a facial hair celebration...but it's worth considering.

If you knew that today were your last day, how would you spend it?