Cardiac arrest.
Your heart goes "pomme pomme ... pomme pomme ..."
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart."**
Let Meowt!!!!"
God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
Because there are already too many targets. (credit: some old veteran bum looking guy sleeping on a bench at the police station I went to today.)
It gets put under cardiac arrest.