He was driving 35 miles per hour the day before and came within a whisker or two from center-punching a deer. It caused him to have a Theophany, equating it with Israel speeding over the speed limit through Lebanon and causing the world to burst out in flames.
Bet'cha he wears his bell-bottomed pants to the studio today.
He'll probably join a monastary within a month and start writing down all the names of God and watch for the stars to start disappearing.