I would proably be hysterical. It wouldnt just be my life I'd be losing, it would be my husband, my friends, my pets... I like my life, I love the people in my life so much, I dont want anything happening to it or them. I dont want my life to end. Ever.

If I had a few weeks, or months to mull over the impending disaster, I might be able to come to terms with it and possibly, hopefully, do something meaningful in my last days with myself and my loved ones. And I would eat nothing but junkfood until doomsday.