Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer's day, a long-running sitcom, one's life and eventually our species. The question for many is not that everything will come to an end, but when, and can we do anything vaguely useful until it does?
In the case of a good bottle of wine, probably not much - although the very act of consumption might make one believe otherwise. A well-lazed summer's day should not expect too much of itself either, and sitcoms never die. They simply move to a zombie-like existence in repeat heaven.

(Jasper Fforde, The Woman who died a lot, 2012)