Play the stock market, become a millionaire, take up gambling, lose all your money, stumble into an alcoholic stupor of loathing and self doubt, work a 9-5 job as an office clerk shuffling papers after detoxicating yourself, get married, have 2 children, have a brief period of happiness during and following, then get a divorce to marry another woman you think is prettier only to have her leave you for another man who is better looking, never see your children, stumble once more into an alcoholic stupor, save a victim from murder, clean yourself up, become a crime-solving super detective, reconcile with your kids, gain friendly terms with your ex-wife, live happily for several years, get a case that is extremely personal to you, pursue it gallantly, get killed brutally in the process, and have a movie depicting your entire life, starring George Clooney, published posthumously.
All in that order.
And your wife's name has to be "Sarah", or the entire process will be ruined.
Just an idea, though. :o
