Their Star Isn’t Exactly Rising

I am staff at a Great Lake in a national park. We are on a jetty overlooking the lake, and I am taking a break outside the dock office, having a cigarette.

A park guest comes over to bum a cigarette, and since it’s early evening, we notice the clear skies and the stars beginning to come out.

Guest: “It’s crazy to think how many of these stars are dead.”

Then, he points at an airplane in the sky.

Guest: “Like that one right there is dying right now.”