Your world goes bitter as you become rich and famous. Art critics laugh at, even ambush your work. Everyone you know has their hand out for your cash. Demanding you not be an asshole and buy them a car. Everything seems fake and shallow. You do three dark, mostly black paintings that reflect your mood. You finish you very last canvas by blowing your brains out all over the canvas of a completly black canvas. The critics think its a masterpiece.
The End