You walk into the Cabinet Meeting with your head held high.
Before you can even sit down, the Vice President stands, retrieves a revolver from his coat pocket, and shoots you in the chest.
As he is tackled to the ground and you collapse, it is made clear through his anger-filled cries that this conspiracy was bigger than any President, yourself included.
As it turns out, you crossed the wrong person. Who knew there was someone out there higher up than the Commander in Chief? You die on the way to the Emergency Room.