…which is to be torn to shreds or stoned by a howling mob.  Like this…

…okay, not exactly.  That’s the standard against which all other mortal sacrifice is measured.

And it’s less a goal than an inevitable outcome.  After giving up hope of getting a good woman, I learned what I really want is to enrage all seven billion of you social critters simultaneously.  Mix that with “the last refuge of the incompetent“, and anyone investigating my murder would wish he was on the Orient Express.

(h/t: wiki’s Good Doctor entry, plus his quoters.)