you read carefully the indications of the new super glue bottle you bought for building your first real mini steam train, you look so close that eventually some glue drops out of the bottle right into your eyes. Totally blind, you go to the phone to call for help, but it ends up being the domestic garbage incinerator, that cooks your hand and leaves you consciousness on the ground. Your husband comes back home and carries your body to the er, but when the doctor sees you the situation is disperate, he has oily one choice: saving your hand or your life. Being him a notorious hand fetichist, he decides to save your hand, cuts it, put it under a formaline solution bottle and leaves you dying in an horrible agony on the operation table.
Death by hypno therapist