Your manichean tolerance of BMX riding is heretical. Your breach of the Zoastran fundamentals of skateboarding has determined your fate. Before you are forced to take your final slam, you shall be ceremoniously bashed by the offended throng who shall strike you down and flail you with bike chains. There shall be no cleansing pyre for your wicked remains nor the contemplations of endless wandering. Instead your shameful body will be scattered amongst the pedalling hordes to spend eternity as crank castings forever going up and down, round and round as part of the machinery of stoopidity.
