FACEPALM OF DEATH because, yes, you are that pathetic!
That's it! I'm dropping the skeleton and getting a GPS.
Not Now, Death I'm Painting
Death appears in many forms... some feel his touch in feathered wing across the brow... Some glimpse his shadow on a bedroom wall... And some see him tromping across their maths homework on his way to the annual Stilt Dancing Festival in Anguiano