As evidenced by the continued presence of the deck and the earth in general, fortunately, the sun was just having a little fun with us, producing not a ridiculously destructive supernova, but a measly solar flare, which, as anyone can see, is clearly what the unidentified girl in the middle of the photo is shielding her eyes from.

Wise to the whims of astrophysical entities, my buddy Scott over there keenly busts out his Mylar sunglasses... a must have for eclipse hunters, nuclear weapons testers, and the occasional idiot who thinks staring at the sun is a good idea just because U2 wrote a song about it.