Damn, Tick... That's fucked.
I was going to say something like having your entire family and all two of your friends raped and tortured in front of your eyes whilst your laying in a glass tomb filled with cockroaches while two executioners (in costume only, as death is too good for you) saw each of your protrusions (including that little noodle between your legs and/or your meat muffin) with rusty butter knives. Then, as you are about to bleed out, your stumps are all cauterized, you are taken out of the tomb only to have a glass helmet placed on your head and the floor opens up beneath your feet and you fall into a seemingly endless pit of boiling water (not hot enough to kill you) and you sink to your steaming watery grave, waiting to fall far enough for the pressure to break open that glass helmet and grant you death. Finally.
But yours is much worse, Tick.