You wake up tomorrow to find a ton of data on your computer which you use to write and publish a spectacular paper. The data turns out to be completely fabricated and you end up losing all your professional and academic credibility, and, in extension, the respect and friendship of your peers.
You die many years later, a bitter man who never regained the ability to love. On your tombstone, the following poem:
Paper was written
sure, all the data was forged
but his wish came true.
I wish it would be sunny
EDIT: Scooped!
You magically get to go on a last minute vacation with your partner to the Bahamas. While you chill on the beach your partner hooks up with some dude called Dexter, and decides to leave you for Dexter's big swinging penis. You come home to find out there'd been some sort of clerical error and you were, in fact, not on vacation... you were fired.
I still wish it would be sunny.