Grampy once told my mother that when he was little and watched TV, he always knew the good guys would win. The cowboy in the white hat always rode away smiling into the sunset. He had imagined life would always be that way.

Apparently, my grandma said that he always underestimated the relentlessness of evil.

The world too. So much so that, in the battle of Good versus Evil, Good took the weekends off, while Evil never slept.

Like Grampy, Good misjudged how many bad guys there were in the world, just how many wanted to be the last human on earth. So many that just wanted to watch it all burn.

Eventually, the bad guys threw away their black hats and Evil triumphed because it became impossible for far too many to tell good from bad. 

In the end, it was that simple.