That's how I most like to think of death.
When you die, you degrade. Whatever strange assimilation of atoms which momentarily arranged themselves as you disassemble to become their original selves. Perhaps they become new molecules in a new person. Perhaps they become a tree, perhaps a rock. Perhaps they float into the atmosphere and you do go off to be Stardust.
In the span of eternity, no one will remember who you were, no one will remember what you did. But you will have participated in the dance, and isn't that enough?