I knew this would happen, but I did it anyway. It was an "I have nothing else to live for, why not?" sort of moment. The only risk involved is in the event that I died and was not mangled so badly that someone saw fit to have an open casket funeral for me. Attendees would be standing over my coffin frowning about the two discordant tones in my hair.
I'm going to shave my head to eliminate further woe, and while I am at it I hope to accidentally sheer my entire head off with the effect of eliminating the hassles associated with being alive.