Everything Dies

Is it true that everything, eventually, ends? Pretty white dresses are worn through, flowers wilt and die, paper becomes dust, pictures fade away, ties that bind break... How do we know when the END is? Think about a big bonfire.. When is it OVER? Once we run out of firewood? Once we see the smoldering embers? Once we can no longer smell the fire? Once the memory of the fire has gone? I can no longer remember any fire...was there one? Or did I just dream it in a grand NIGHTMARE?