A bookshelf in Beaver and Steve's house was a stage for this attention seeking ball of plasma until Steve BROOMed him off, probably fatally. Suprisingly, for a body whose surface is millions of degrees in temperature, he makes a THUDD as it hits the ground, rather than a carpet burning FLOOMF.
The sun isn't a big fan of stamps, but is a talented juggler.
The poor reception to the above from Beaver and Steve may have triggered a career move: In comic 210 he can be seen illuminating the world from his vantage point in the sky. How this will pan out for him is anyone's guess.