You wish for fame!

The says you will be famous and it departs with a burst of chalk scented smoke. You don't even have time to ask when. The entity is gone. So you watch T V, go to bed and go to work the next day. On the way to work you are hit by a speeding S U V and you die in the crash. You have always dabbled in doodling in the margins of notebooks and on envelopes that bills come in. Your parents, in going through your stuff find a box filled with your drawings. The enter them into a dead artist contest and you win first prize! Your art becomes a major sensation and your name becomes a household word. It never could have happend while you where still alive though...

The End