When I am dead, I hope it is said;

I imagine it's pretty hard to take a look around your home that will very likely be torn to bits and most of your possessions with it, then walk out and drive away. I'd probably snatch up the irreplaceables, take a little while to cry and grieve, then sit my ass in my Chevy and put the pedal to the metal. It's gonna be like Armageddon down there and you bet I'd find a way to deal with leaving.