Honest to god, I love lawyers.

In theory, unconsciousness occurs in a fraction of a second. There have been reports of a person's head on fire; of burning transformers, and of letting the condemned wait in pain on the floor of the execution room while the chair was fixed. In 1946, the electric chair failed to execute Willie Francis, who reportedly shrieked "Stop it! Let me breathe!" as he was being executed. It turned out that the portable electric chair had been improperly set up by an intoxicated trustee. A case was brought before the U.S. Supreme Court (Francis v. Resweber)[3], with lawyers for the condemned arguing that although Francis did not die, he had, in fact, been executed. The argument was rejected on the basis that re-execution did not violate the double jeopardy clause of the 5th Amendment of the US Constitution, and Francis was returned to the electric chair and successfully executed the following year.
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_chair

Such creative people, who understand that the beauty of the sonnet is not inherent within it, but somehow forcing your own thoughts within the tradition.