That is Johnny BOY's problem. Hit the nail right on the head.
I hope a 2x4 comes through the wall, and hits you right on the jaw, enough to make it hurt even worse, but not knock you out. You NEED to feel it. Then, you slip and fall on the way into the emergency room door, and break your neck. Lie there alive but dead to everyone else. They call your time of death, while you lay there fully alive, screaming inside... "I'M ALIVE! But not a soul hears you. That is usually the case when SATAN steals a soul from the hall of souls and puts it in a pathetic hulk of s*it, like that which you are.