Then go back to the Ol’ Smokey electric chair;
Then go back to hanging;
Then go back to the Gary Gilmore shots to the body;
Then go back to the Carl Chessman gas chamber;
Personally, I vote to take them all to the electric chair.
I see so much justice in seeing them fry.
I’d be satisfied if they just strap on some cement golaces and pitch them into the ocean.
How about all four in quick sucession, with a leathal injection chaser. That ought to kill ‘em without any groanin and moanin.