First I attempted to enact the childhood of the world's worst human being by crying nonstop and attempting suicide at even given oppurtunity, but my guilt for his nonexistant parents became unbearable.
Next I skipped through every life stage and died in my sleep without ever having acknowledged the full meaning of joy. :'D
By the way, Glorb, I'm sad to hear that as well. Central Park can be a very dangerous place at night.
EDIT: For my third endeavor, baby Adolf has already claimed his first victim: "The more you try to extinguish the flames, the worse the fire gets. Smoke fills the room and you can no longer find the door, which you locked before. You pass out. Your body is covered with burns, your lungs filled with smoke. The lack of oxygen has caused permanent brain damage. You slip into a coma but eventually recover. Your carelessness has also caused the death of the firefighter who rescued you."