As images of the apocalypse go, the video above is not too shabby, but for my money it doesn't match the dread produced by this great T. Coraghessan Boyle story, which I think will become a classic (though the thing about the wife's nipples might keep it out of high school anthologies).
This [blog] is my Savings Bank. I grow richer because I have somewhere to deposit my earnings; and fractions are worth more to me because corresponding fractions are waiting here that shall be made integers by their addition. —Emerson, Journal (1834)
You must collect things for reasons you don't yet understand.