It involves you dieing.
Let me know when your brain tumor has done it's job 95% and Larry, Forsythe and I will come save you from those horrible cackling sister in laws of yours.
We're going to high tail you to Vegas, get you laid one last time than chuck you off the roof of the Bellagio into the fountains below while Big Fish from Pearl Jam plays to the lights and water canons.
Then we'll fish you out, have you cremated and Forstyhe and his pyrotechnics will take over.
How else wants to come?