In theory you could travel near the speed of light into the far future, then sit in Douglas Adams’ Restaurant at the End of the Universe and watch it all go foom while drinking champagne. The Universe will end not in the cold desolate heat-death of thermodynamics and utter darkness as the last star burns out. Instead it will be a beautifully spectacular ending, one that we can actually watch. Isn’t God’s plan great?
Champagne?
For me, Pangalactic gargle blasters are the only truly suitable drink for watching
I’ll be drinking a Pepsi
At Micky D’s.