"George?"
"Yes Norman?"
"I think its time." The founding father of America pointed to the sun. The account from suburban Pennsylvanian accountant came over to look at the sun. Indeed, it was dying out.
"Oh my..." The old rivals floated in mutual amazement as the sun shed its last layers into the vacuum. All around the star, the ghosts of Earth's past all stopped to watch as the one thing they had all shared died. From the last 90 trillion organisms to remain on Earth when it was destroyed to the first bacterium to ever exist, they all stopped their endless carousel ride around the sun. Somehow space found a way to become even more deafeningly silent as it mourned one of the Universe's greatest achievements. The Marble Emperor of Constantinople wept at the sight, along with Gorbachev and the final president of the United States, Abraham Lorenso.
Beyond the massive congregation of Terrans, the Martians, the Venusians, the Titans, and so on all watched as the last of their solar system faded. The Sun's pull dimmed along with the light, and the ghosts of Humanity's cradle moved towards it. Concentrated in the Sun's core, they gave off a white glow like no other.
Finally they were released. Zooming through space, the ghosts traveled to the next star. The Popes wandered through the crowds, consoling those who were overwhelmed by the display. The trees seemed to sprout new leaves straight from their souls and the flower's souls bloomed as the ghosts reached their next home. The binary stars of Alpha Centauri shined bright than the Sun had, and the ghosts orbited them for a little time longer.
From star to star they moved, everyone was amazed by the sights. Star after star dimmed, releasing the ghosts from their bonds until the Universe went dark forever. In its last moments, the edges of reality crunched in, squeezing the ghosts together. They became everything and for the briefest of moments, nothing. There was no such thing as light, or sound, or taste, or touch, or smell. Everything was empty, until the ember of the ghosts sparked. In plankseconds the universe was alive again, a flaming ball of emptiness. Frenzied matter particles fought antimatter, and this time antimatter won. Protons were subservient to their electron overlords and antihelium was formed.
The antihelium soon congregated into its own new stars. Soon it even began to think. The cosmic toss up started to rebuild the extinct bacterium, but this time six bricks built the wall of their nuclei rather than four. It was an impossibly cruel fate for matter, which was banished to the edges of the new Universe.
The thinking antihelium went from sticks to stones, from stones to copper, from copper to steel, and from steel to ghosts when they were unfortunate enough to discover antiuranium. The thinking antihelium died and surrendered its spirits to the suns. Again the single sun swelled up before dying and launching the ghosts on their final journey.
