Why is there something instead of nothing?
About a decade ago, I was playing in a regional bridge tournament. One of the opponents at my table suffered a seizure/stroke-like event at my table. I caught her as she fell, and did the best I could to make her comfortable until the paramedics came to take her away. What happened to that woman?
What is my purpose in life?
What do you get when you multiply 6 by 9?
Am I going to Heaven after my death?
Why only one question?
How many other planets have intelligent life (at least as intelligent as humans)?
How does everything work?
I’ve got time…
Are you really the head of the Kwik-E-Mart?
Why did 7-11 stop carrying the black and white cookie? 
Where did I put my $#@^! keys ?
I can answer that for you. No.
What is the most comprehensible answer to the most useful question I could have asked?
I’d ask, but Czarcasm would just give me the Godly Sidestep.
What was the greatest thing before sliced bread?
Answered here.
Where’s my other sock?
You’re wrong.
My question would be, "Will you give me a TARDIS?
Yeah, yeah, be a pedant. Almost certainly no, to the extent that to waste your one chance of gaining truly new knowledge like that would be criminal. There. Correct, but boring. Happy now?
Always. 