:smack:[sup]{KILL}[/sup] Reverse those temperatures and both words could appear. Pathetique 
That’s what an article in the Washington Post said recently – we’ve already had death panels in this country, and government intervention is what ended them.
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Hey, I’ve already got the gear I’ll need. I have a stamp that prints OBSOLETE, and I have a really nice antique scythe. 
I’ll start practicing the key phrases:
“Hello, we’re ready for your interview.”
“Thank you. You’ll get your results in about 37 minutes.”
“This is an individual decision. You are not just a number to us.”
“You want to know who appointed us judge and Judy? We can show you the paperwork, after the interview.”
“Our decision will not be influenced by your willingness to mow our lawns or go to bed with us.”
“I do this because it is my moral obligation.”
No, no, no, the government bureaucracy has no business deciding something so important as the death panel decisions. Those are best left to the current death panel bureaucrats who work for insurance companies as actuaries, claims investigators, bean counters, etc…
How about “Beat the Reaper!”?
…"There are too many of you to each have a number. You are actually one of many in a category. When the panel has completed it’s work, you will be directed to the proper ‘exit’. Don’t worry, you will be entitled to a final phone call, though most people use it to lodge an appeal of the decision. "
You steal this from The Twilight Zone, or are you that good and pissing off the helpless millions? 
I’m not so prideful to claim I’ve pissed off millions, but undoubtedly I’ve pissed off thousands. I’m missing the *Twilight Zone *reference, but yes, I am just that good. I refer you to my sig.
While I am sure that ultimately, I really don’t want to know, I have to ask - how, exactly, did you find that out with such certainty?
You think the txt voting actually counts?! No, no, this is just plausible deniability… “Well Mr. Smith, it looks like our voters have spoken…”.
Stamp lettering confusion could easily be sorted out by giving Boyo Jim a very big and heavy stamp marked “Dead”; a stamp that is intended to be applied with great force.
Yeah, well,
is more funny, so don’t get the Big Head, pal.
Well, ok, then.
And always have CLEVER THINGS TO SAY TO THE IMMEDIATELY DEPARTED. Still, though He’s only supposed to show up for wizards, he seems to get around a lot.
“This man has the plague!”
(“Plague”, “plague”…)
"I’m sorry, we’re out of cake.
"What, so my choices are ‘or death?’
“That’s right!”
“Well, I’ll have chicken then.”
It’s much the same process used to nasally spray coffee onto a keyboard, but you substitute a bite of lunch for a swig of coffee.
Ahh, okay. I thought maybe it was some New Jersey version of water boarding, or a cruel sexual practice performed by a Neapolitan dominatrix.
Better yet: robot death panel.
Which is a band I would go see, by the way.
Unfortunately, due to a typo, the stamp was infinitely long.
Wristbands come off. Tattoos don’t.
Not to be confused with “Reap the Beater,” which would come under the heading of the cake panel.
So, really, we’re talking about a typseset bludgeon here.
Would go see Typeset Bludgeon.