Granted. Now you and your actions are unnoticed by anything. At first you look upon this with amusement, as you are no longer held accountable for your actions; but as the years pass, your sanity is eroded by the crushing loneliness. After several decades, you die alone and unloved in a filthy hole like an animal, only to watch in shock as the grim reaper appears, utterly ignores you, and takes one of the rats feasting on your rotting corpse to the afterlife. You remain on Earth as a spirit, only able to watch as the world you knew crumbles around you completely alone; as humanity has taken to the stars and left this blasted wasteland of a planet and its now completely barren star system behind after WWLVII.
Several billion years pass, the sun, now having exhausted most of its fuel swells up and becomes a red giant, engulfing you along with the rest of the solar system. You spend the next several billion years being tossed around the sun complete with the agonizing heat and pressure; eventually the sun goes nova, propelling you away for several trillion eons. Then you are caught in the gravity well of a black hole and are sucked into its center where you are crushed into a subatomic particle.
You remain in that state for all eternity.
I wish for a cup of apple cider.