My Death Row brew-of-choice HAS to be Samichlaus Bier, brewed only once a year on December 6 and then left to ferment for ten months before bottling. This 14% alcohol-by-volume lager comes in a four pack of Christmastime goodness without which I simply cannot live. I'd drink it year-round if I could (it only gets better with age, after all).

If I'm going to be put to death, I might as well go humming Johnny Mathis' Christmas album to myself while sipping on Samichlaus and eating Godiva chocolates. I mean, it's not entirely unreasonable. Kill me in July if you must -- just let me remember sitting in front of my fireplace playing with my new iPad that I will have eventually broken or lost within a week. Am I right?