It depends on what form the End is, but in some of them, pianos will be available. Not the electric kind, not even the tiny ones, as we need to preserve batteries at all costs.

I can turn wine into water.

I will let smooth have my piano, but only if he agrees to play selections from this on demand.

Filtered?

I don't have many survival skills. I don't even have many regular skills. That's why I don't have a fancy special professional type job. But the hubs can do just about anything when it comes to survival stuff. I guess I can sew and cook.

I can turn a gray sky blue
I can make it rain whenever I want it to
I can build a castle from a single grain of sand
I can make ship sail - on dry land.

But my life is incomplete and I'm so blue
'Cause I can't get next to you

I can skin and joint hares, rabbits, fowl.
I can knit, or sew if I have to.
I can sound the alarm on a horn made of horn.
I could probably cook on a open fire - 'specially if it was the right sort of fire made by ZippyT!

Of course, my success or failure in an "end of the world" scenario all depends on what kind of "end of the world" you're talking about.

Have hundreds of cities been blown to smithereens? Did a huge firestorm overrun the continent? Massive global floods? Or is it just general madness and mayhem in the streets? Do I still have my house/land, or did someone come take it from me and now I'm out in the woods with just the clothes on my back?

I'd most likely fail at being a lone survivalist dropped into a desolate land, but if the "end of the world" is more of a global governmental/crazy weather type crisis, I think I'd do fine.

Without any trouble at all, I'd have plenty of food (I'm very big on gardening, and pretty darned good at it, to boot) - I've got fruit trees, berry bushes, big vegetable gardens, a greenhouse, and enough chickens/eggs to keep me fed. I've got a well on my property (but I'd have to reopen it and cobble together a pump of some sort), and a shotgun (note to self: stock up on ammo).

I've got plenty of non-power tools, wood, chicken-wire fencing and t-bar poles, hammers, nails, screws, staples/staple gun, wire, saws, and so on. Got a nice wood-burning fireplace, and an outdoor fire pit.

I'd have to rig up some kind of windmill thingie for power (maybe I should go shopping for lots of batteries too, just in case!), I know how to sew and knit and make candles (but would need to stock up on the fixins), I can build shit (poorly, but wtf), and semi-sorta repair broken things with my l3e+ MacGyver skills (I surprise myself sometimes with my creative solutions), and if I absolutely had to, I could hunt and dress deer, rabbits, and so forth.

Plus, I've got a piano. So I'm all set. :D

I'm moving to Glinda's house.

Yeah no shit !!

I'm moving to Limey's!
Nothing against you, Galinda, but Limey is closer to me.

Despite my self-deprecation, I do have some end of the world skills:
I am pretty solitary by nature.
I have a good sense of humour. I am well read.

I do not suck off friend's partners/ husbands. I am used to not having sex.

I am not squeamish about what I eat and I'm actually a pretty good vegetarian cook - although this does require access to a well stocked spice cabinet. In that absence I can eat very bland food without complaint.

(Did anyone notice me back-pedalling furiously so Limey will let me into her household? No? Good, I'm being sneaky enough then).

Let's car pool.

i'm well versed in weapons and have a nice little arsenal. i plan to just rob my neighbors and enslave them!

Ok, you guys, I'm game.* Head for SW Washington and bring sleeping bags!












* Mwahhahahaa. My ingenious plan to get a little help around this place is working like a charm. *rubs hands together* Now to implement an end to the world...

I knew there was a catch...

What, you can't build me a bed? Screw it, I'm not hoofing it all the way up to Glinda's if I'm not even going to have a bed. Next you're going to tell me the post-apocalyptic plumbing won't work...