Being killed by a Serial killer then buried under a deep cement pit, where my body will lay FOREVER and never be found.... so depressing
Better yet, buried ALIVE, never discovered. Even worse- framed for some heinous/morally reprehensible act and then captured and buried alive in a coffin before being able to prove yourself innocent. Those last few days/hours spent in that coffin, laying in your own feces/tears/urine/sweat reflecting on your life, while a radio left inside the coffin plays as the local news anchor discusses the monstrosities you've been charged with. Dieing, slowly, knowing that your entire family, and all of your friends have disowned you. Dieing slowly, in a box, in the ground, alone, and cold, and in the dark.
To top it off, the mastermind behind this sickening plot locks you in the coffin with your dead child, whom you've been accused of raping and killing yourself. The last thing you see before he nails the coffin shut is his dark, fiendish eyes, his grin, and his cackling with victory before he locks you in.
Oh- and to REALLY top it off- turns out your wife has been in on the plot the whole time, and has been cheating on you with the real killer/molester. She stands above the coffin cackling along, and she spits on your face. Then- pitch black.
Oh yeah and the coffin is also full of cockroaches.
Oh, and turns out you're an orphan.
TWIST ENDING: it turns out that your child (the dead one inside the coffin) is actually a dwarf, and your biological father. Your mother was Satin.
TWIST ENDING REVISITED: You have Dissociative identity disorder and it turns out you ARE the killer, your own father, Satin, the news Anchor, your wife, and the cockroaches.
Then you wake up whoops twas all a dream lawlz - new M. Night Shamalayan film.
*cue in Ashtin Kutcher* - PUNKD