Granted, you remove the build up of spinal fluid in INH's spine by sticking a dirty great needle in his back, the spinal fluid squirts you in the eye. You stumble about like a headless chicken, out of the hospital and in front of an oncoming bus.
The bus is destroyed but you survive, the paparazzi pounce, nailing you as the boy who lived.
Years pass as you dart from one party to another, becoming more and more famous at an exponential rate, until one day you Assassinate yourself.
No suicide note was left. Only the faint scribbling of "You win again my faithful chum" on your bathroom wall is all you left as clue to your final demise.
I wish my wrists were made of crackers, allowing me to hover... breaking laws upon laws of physics.