In truth, no one has ever died purely out of embarrassment. What the real damage is, is not the inciting incident- perhaps you tripped and fell smack dab in the middle of a class room. Maybe you mucked around all day with some toilet paper plastered at the bottom of your shoe and somehow not a single person through the course of your daily routine had the decency to point it out.
Or perhaps something deeper. A false rumor was circulated, a secret leaked through the cracks of this protective wall you’ve found yourself building until a “trusting” friend comes along and jabs it with a stick. Regardless of the source of the embarrassment- it is indeed not the central problem. See, if everyone were to never again mention that dreaded day you got gum tangled in your hair, the memory would eventually fade from existence. Your mind, and everyone else’s. The situation controlled, the deal not such a big one.
No, the core issue is not that something crappy happened to you or fate decided to screw you in particular today. The real, big, huge, final dilemma is the repercussions of other human beings- who are, in fact, just as flawed. They drag it on, blow things out of proportion. Tease, harass, distort. Sometimes it’s simply meant as good natured jest. Other times- cruel hard wickedness from the human heart. So, in truth, no one has ever “died out of our own embarrassment.” But murdered by our peers.