Dear earthlings, you think you burn bright, but have you even twinkled in the void?
Supernova or not, my retirement plan involves a serene trip through quantum dust.
In all honesty, your "star power" jokes fell short eons ago.
Let the black holes handle my affairs — they always wanted to suck the life out of me anyway.
If I had a neutron for every time I fell apart, I’d... oh wait, I do!
Dying isn't such a dreary affair, especially when there's a nebula cocktail party waiting on the event horizon.
Catch all of my witty remarks in the Galactic Anthology of Sarcastic Stars.