There's an episode of the old Twilight Zone called "Midnight Sun." In it, a painter and her landlord await Death together as the Earth hurtles toward the Sun. The painter watches as her landlord dies, as the oils of her paintings melt and drip and pool in the heat.
The twist at the end is that the painter is in the grips of a fever dream, that the Earth is actually hurtling away from the Sun, and everyone will soon freeze to death.
That episode popped into my head as I exited the library just now, on my way back here to work.
It's wicked fucking hot out.
Definitely not as hot as it gets in other places, but I have a delicate constitution.