I feel bad for our great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren. There will be no more eclipses in a few million years. And they’ll lose the rings of Saturn over time (50-100 million years). And the falls part of Niagara Falls will have eroded by then. In the year 7 million, Mount Rushmore will not exist. They also won’t have me. Then again, the Andromeda galaxy will collide with our Milky Way in 4 million years. They’ll get to see awesome supernovas and galactic collisions. That would be pretty cool to experience.
This is all completely true, btw. I got my info from a very reliable source. You’re on it now.