I've got a better one for you. Imagine that you, actual you I mean, take your smoke break or whatever from your shitty job or whatever, and you walk outside just in time to the the Deathstar slowly rotate the superlaser towards you and start to charge up.
You know what's coming, you know it's got exactly nothing to do with you, and you know everything the human race has done up to that point is about to be erased like it never happened, and you just spent the last 4 hours or whatever at work.
You could have been a serial rapist. There's probably girls you work with who were there for months or years and you could have just raped them and it wouldn't have mattered, you could have even taken note of their moods and days off making sure to do it 14 days after their last period while they're ovulating to preg them with your seed, but now there's no time.
So you just turn to the one closest to you, grab her boobs and give them a nice squeeze while she protests the sexual assault out of habit, you that the fuck she's giving about some perv at work groping her at work which is totally not on is distracting her from the unavoidable meaningless death that's about to fall you both.
Squeeze squeeze, squeal squeal, fade to black.