For humiliation, how about this....
I know a guy who works in the pop music business. By most standards, and in most people's opinion, he was, and still is, how do I put this, a tosser. He's done OK for himself now though. Looks after a few acts who've had top 20 hits. But anyway....
The music business has an annual industry conference/pissup in January called Midem in Cannes. One night there, he went out on the p***, got ratarsed and ended up in an adult shop. He went in one of those horrible, sad little booths you go in and pay to watch an adult movie while you *** yourself off. He was wearing a black polo necked jumper (tosser). He had a gram of what they call Bolivian marching powder on him and he got it out in the booth, but only managed to lose it all down the front of his jumper. Then he got into the action on screen and was busy bashing the bishop, but at the crucial moment, the film stopped. He leant forward to put more money in the slot but slipped over and brained his head on the metal slot. Then he passed out and stayed like that all night.
In the morning, a bloke came round to clean the booths, found this bloke, was disgusted, and threw him out.
So he found himself on the street, in broad daylight, with his **** hanging out of his pants, and a mixture of blood, marching powder and cocoa up his jumper....and his boss and a crew of Japanese clients drove past him.
Unfortunately, he got fired.