So now all that bullshit Rapture hoopla is far behind us, it's time to revel in a little schadenfreude. While we laugh at those on their hands and knees with a dustpan trying to sweep up the remains of their lives like a shattered vase after doling out their life savings over (DUN DUN!) Judgment Day, let us remember the ghosts of failed predictions past.

If you're doing a double-take on the way past one of our red Boston Phoenix boxes this week, you're not alone -- Faraone amused himself for an hour this morning watching the whiplash at Forest Hills. You may have noticed that we took a different approach with this week's cover for our first (and last?) ever Rapture Issue