!tang apology

I die! There is a great celebration in the land as news of my demise spreads. Workers up tools to dance in the streets, lighting bonfires to burn my effigy. Crops are not harvested, production lines grind to a halt, investments left to fail. As the cities burn and civilisation crumbles, starvation is not far behind. Cursing my name, all that I stood for, and all that I caused, all die! O the embarrassment!

(I've had plenty to apologise for of late, but this one isn't specific. See here for an explanation. Feel free to come up with your own.)