Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The Little Execution That Could

In the ultra-conservative state of Oklahoma, a Death Row prisoner had reached the end of the trail. With all last ditch appeals overturned, his time of departure from the earthly plane was booked, his place at the death table set and ready.

However, the cooks who created the menu didn't know how to mix lethal cocktails for their charge and the fellow didn't die. Supposed to be zapped within twelve minutes, forty-five minutes later he was still lingering in the twilight zone.

Apparently, he called to a female prison warden and said, "Uh ma'am, I'm not uh...." Yes, he wanted to say "dead" but even under these macabre circumstances that dreaded word couldn't be pronounced.

While he slipped into unconsciousness eventually, those enlightened prison wardens (note sarcasm) decided to let him be. Thanks to the amount of deadly substances that did make it into his veins, his heart and soul decided to hop on a train to heaven and beat it out of there.

Alas, Samuel Beckett! If you were alive today, what a wonderful stage play you could bring forth based on this man's conversation with the warden.

"Uh ma'am, I'm not uh...."

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