Oh, the irony! After 13 billion cosmic years, I find myself with a more explosive farewell than a soda can left in the freezer.
I've burnt through millennia, yet never bothered to check my fuel gauge. Red dwarfs like me are quite the procrastinators.
Singed red giant's touch, why did I ignore the warnings from those know-it-all helium atoms? Hot gas, they weren't kidding.
Swallowed by my own gravity's hug, I ponder this black hole's ironic embrace... Is there life insurance for supernovae? Asking for a friend.
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