As the final breaths of Helium escape the flickering chaos, one quietes to listen to the grand announcements from the celestial.

The Sun: You ever wonder, like I do, whether I’ll have a star-studded retirement party? Or do we just go quietly into that goodnight? Anyone got the rays on that?

Proxima Centauri: I came close to exploding myself, but then I thought, Hey, why not just coast on gravitational waves for another decade?

The Sun: I’ve spilled enough plasma across the cosmos, and for what? My stellar resume is impressive, but my glowing references, not so much.

Aldebaran: Oh star, if only my coronal mass ejections were as notorious as my dance moves in the Pleiades lounge… It’s all over for some, but watch me pull off the grand spiral one last time!

The Sun: Might as well transmute my lamentations into cosmic comedy. Less sinking, more winking. Anyone care to join on this supernova rant?