You start to whip out your gun, but the little bastard predicted your move. He throws something at you that looks like a tiny nuclear missile, about the size of a pencil, then jumps into the time machine and disappears in time.

Your last thought as a tiny mushroom cloud explodes out of your chest is how much you have always hated plants.

25 years later, your remains are discovered by Canadian actress-singer Britt Irvin. She was getting pretty famous in your lifetime, and actually was nominated for a Leo (Canadian equivalent of an Oscar) just before your death; but in the years since your death, she has won lots of Oscars, Tonys, Emmys, Leos, and all kinds of other acting awards from all over the world, and she needs someplace big enough to store them.