When we end up on that famous ashheap, will you admit that you were completely wrong, and beg me to accept your apology?
Uh, no, I think you and I are going to be long putrifying somewhere in the middle of the ashheap. (I think the word you’re looking for, btw, is “dustbin.” All we are is dustbin the wind, dustbin the wind.) So you will never admit you are wrong, if wrong you are, and yes, the question is a botch.