I wish my jokes were actually funny.
Granted, your jokes are extremely funny. You go on to become a famous comedian and actor, who stars in famous films called "Glubber", and voice act a genie in a cartoon called "Daladin". Your stage name becomes Wobin Rilliams. Your career becomes super succesful, people laugh at your jokes and love you. However life ceases to mean much to you, and you start to view the world through a dark and depressing lens. Jokes seem meaningless, and laughter manufactured. You find yourself frequently wondering what the point of life is, and if your actually making a difference in the world with your slapstick jokes. There are thousands of starving children in the world while you collect big fancy paychecks and contemplate suicide. You turn to drugs to null the pain, but unfortunately become addicted. You struggle with it, and get over it and better for the most part through therapy, and familial support. One day, during a regular doctor visit, you are told the fateful news that you have Lewy Body disease. Some of your mental motor function is effected, and you have symptoms of dementia. The already stacking depression gets to you, and soon your wife Pusan Pschneider finds you dead in your living room in your house in California. RIP Wobin Rilliams. But hey, at least you had some good jokes!
... Too soon?
I wish my humor wasn't so dark.