All at once, across the world, the broadcast was seen and heard. On television in every storefront, coffee shop, and living room. On radio in every vehicle, aircraft, and watchtower.
A comedy show. The actors had never been seen or heard before, and the source of the broadcast was unknown and unquestioned. Across the world, everyone began to watch and listen... and laugh.
Each person the broadcast touched became transfixed. Crowds gathered around television displays while airplanes fell from the sky, ending their passenger's cachinnations in fire and flame.
Cars and trucks became the living tombs of their drivers and passengers, piled together in mountains of twisted metal and broken glass.
Day turned to night, and night turned to day. The broadcast continued without surcease.
Inside homes, families sat rooted to their sofas in their intermixed filth, watching the broadcast with bloodshot eyes and laughing with raw throats.
Hungry babes wailed, ignored by their captivated parents.
Days rolled on. Food rotted on shelves and plates, and the laughter continued. Men, women, and children died of thirst, and the laughter continued.
Around the world, batteries drained and electricity cut out. Still, the laughter and death continued hand in hand.
In remote locations, dehydrated corpses grinned from ear to ear, slumped over their radio receivers and hand-cranked televisions. Somewhere, the last viewer chuckled their dying breath.
All that remains now of humanity are the deaf-blind, isolated in their darkness and silence.
Spared from the broadcast, they feel their way through the dead world that has become their stewardship.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.