You can’t imagine my relief to learn that the earth will “survive” the end of the sun (whatever that means).

Frankly, the thought that the earth wouldn’t “survive” being engulfed in a red giant six billion years from now hasn’t been keeping me staring at the ceiling all night, and to me, absent life, the earth doesn’t have much value. I’m not sure why these folks think we would care whether or not there’s still a big spherical sterile rock pile here.