Few would argue that death itself is scary. For me, it's not the existential unknowns or the pain involved—I'm really just terrified of someone finding my seventh-grade journals when I die.

Mortified, therefore, is my worst nightmare. The long-running multi-city show is dedicated to unearthing artifacts of excruciatingly awkward adolescence—diaries, poetry, videos—and baring them for the cringy pleasure of others. I am nauseous with anxiety just thinking about it. But I really want to go.

Don't miss brave souls cathartically barfing the shadows of their younger selves on Jan. 16 at King King. Among the highlights? Mortified creator David Nadelberg just e-mailed to tell us that they're debuting "a live re-enactment of a "Saved By the Bell" script written by a man named Bo Price when he was 15. While Bo's script is (thankfully) mortifying, it's his backstory of what happened after he mailed it to NBC in 1990 that is truly amazing…" We're so there.

So for a fate that might be worse than death itself but is really, really enjoyable, catch Mortified on Wednesday night when it stops in L.A. And then go home and burn your old notebooks.

Alie Ward is Events editor for Metromix Los Angeles.