This POS would quietly disappear and end up at the bottom of an abandon strip mine silt pond with a nice belly full of concrete in him to weight him down in my neck of the woods. Although he would suffer considerably before he split hell wide open.
That is VERY interesting.
In my neck of the woods, he would have a very unfortunate accident of falling into a running chipper-shredder, set on slow, feet-first, that just happened to be backed into a catfish pond.