I went with 40 too. Bad, then 40.
Streets should open their final show. Red lights come up and Bono, bigger than a house, stumbles onto the stage in an earnest but embarrassing attempt to reference his once being good as a frontman. A very grey hatmouse is the special guest, all shivering on his shoulder. God enters the building but puts His face His hands as Bono rambles during Bullet The Blue Sky, only to forget why he was speaking in the first place.
The hysterical British Columbia crowd is comprised of 98% Americans and 2% Irish, while the people native to that town of 10,000 are unable to refill their gallons of maple syrup at the town spigot because of the sudden influx of "tourism." On the intarwebz, Interference declares U2's career a failure because Acrobat was not performed. Suicide rates jump up a suspicious 3% that evening, and the regulars of Bang and Clatter sob into pint glasses of Blue Moon in secrecy.