The House of Broken Bricks by Fiona Williams

 Eventually I ask, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Cyril answers.  "Of what? I was dead for billions of years before I was alive."

"But... but it means you won't be here anymore.'

"You won't get rid of me so easily, lad.  Haven't you heard what people say? We're made of stardust.  We'll all be hanging around for eternity."

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