DOES THE WORLD END IN 2012?

The Mayan calendar abruptly stops in the year 2012. There has been much speculation as to the reasons why. Most prominent, that the world comes to an end so the Mayan's all agreed, why make a calendar for 2013 when no one would be around on the face of the earth to use it. Makes sense to me what with printing costs and distribution back in those days. Geez, it must have been a real effort chiseling an entire twelve month calendar into stone and then marketing it at various cave and monument sites.
Now I'm not in the least bit worried about the world coming to an end in 2012. That would put me at age 70. With the possibility of aging comes all kinds of aches and pains, drooling, Depends, Medicare parts A,B,C,D,E,F,G, and so on that cuts into my monthly paltry Social Security check, and finally, the horror of discovering another place on my body that hair has decided to grow, with the exception of my head, is just too much for me to take. So I'm not in fear of the world ending in 2012. That is of course unless I hit the lottery at which point I could afford all those Medicare plans and plastic surgery too.
For my part, I do not intend to spend the next two years worrying about the end of the world in 2012. You know that from now until 2012 there will be constant reminders of the impending doom in all areas of the media. Those of you who tend to be worry wort's will undoubtedly work yourselves up into a state of extreme frenzy by the time 2012 rolls around and most likely be on medication. Nope, not me. I'm on enough medication as it is. Besides, I recently watched a movie entitled, "Knowing" starring Nicholas Cage which basic plot is that he discovers that the world is coming to an end. In one millisecond everyone is wiped off the face of the earth. I equate that to sneezing. So I figure, if I can sneeze in a millisecond, what the hell am I going to feel if I'm wiped off the face of the earth in the same amount of time that it takes for me to sneeze. So why worry about it.
I just hope that when the time comes, if the Mayans are correct, that I'm sitting in front of a slot machine at a casino, my favorite place. I just hope that at that very exact moment, when the world ends, I do not hit a jackpot. Boy would I be pissed.