⑯→ the parking breaks on / the walrus said / that's okay / said the man / we're almost dead

You're going to die in seven hours - inevitably and in a way you cannot possibly change or otherwise prevent - and have simultaneously realized that you are - irreversibly - the largest dillhole to ever roam the earth and that the majority of your friends hate you, and will actively (and without qualm) partake and participate in your death. What are your feelings on this? How do you react? Discuss.