Yeah, they must talk during the cool nights and share their stories.
They still are alive, in a way -- sometimes not with good results. A very accomplished older pilot/mechanic was working at a well-known boneyard, doing the salvage work, and the gear collapsed on the 747 they were under. He died a few days later and it was sure sad; people said he was still making flying jokes even while in great pain.
It changed my view of those quiet hulks as being less than airplanes anymore.... and it seemed ironic to me that after decades of hairy flying, such a highly respected guy got hurt on the ground.
Roswell, NM, is another airport with a crowd of silent airliners parked everywhere. I had never been in there until last year, and was surprised at the hundreds of them, many of them recent additions, still in their bright airline paint, baking in the desert sun.
