You get out your .357 sawed off magnum. You leave your suicide note on your antique hardwood table where some of the blood will probaly splash it. You are leaving everything to the pope. You start the camcorder running tape as you sit down at your table with the gun prominently displayed in front of you. "when you bastards whacked Numb-balls, you whacked my heart", You say with tears flowing from your cheeks. "I just hope your happy, look at what you've made me do!", you raise the gun to your head and fire, vaporizing yourself live on tape for the Mollkins to see and weep with guilt, that will teach them.
The End