Reality, as we know it, is created by each of us, as we move through space/our lives. Everything we do, or decide, adds to the reality for the whole. When we, or someone/thing dies, those parts of the reality end and their threads are cut. The new reality, without those who are gone, simply moves forward. So, reality is always changing, changed by those who leave, and by those who begin anew.
There is always a reality. Even if there will eventually be nothing, that nothing will be the new reality. But at the moment, every thing that pops into, or out of, existence, changes reality in some way. That includes stars, dying planets, birds, fish…everything in this universe as we know it.
We are all actors on a stage and when our part has ended, we exit right, but the play goes on, just without us. I think the name of the play we’re in is called, REALITY, but we don’t know who wrote it, or who’s directing it. We are simply ad libbers working without a script, making it up as we go along. There are no intermissions, or time outs, it’s a play that’s on going, at least until the sun eats the planet. But by then, we may have moved to a new playhouse.