Immortality
Overheard on the radio, a bluegrass-style chorus:
“Oh anything can happen
On any particular day
There ain’t much you can do
When the Force is not with you
The world burns down around us and we walk away.”
The Force is not with you. Wow.
After the oil runs out and the Library of Congress is run by rats and pigeons, I bet itinerant actors in covered wagons will be doing the story with wooden lightsabers. (And fortunately, since very few smallpox-vaccinated people were ever exposed to the New Trilogy, its memory will be erased entirely.)