When the wax surrounding the nail melts, the nail clatters onto a plate below.

SJ I think it's under my right hand.

So, now you don't know where the spike is, and I don't know where it is either, OK.

KB Now, Steve, do you think it's here? Yes or no?

Now, Steve, you know where the spike is, but nobody else, does? Correct?

Do you think the spike is under your left hand, or under your right hand?

The death knell for the Spanish Empire in the Americas was Napoleon's invasion of the Iberian peninsula in 1808.

Recent developments in molecular biology have put the final nail in the coffin of traditional genetic determinism.

When you zoom in, they've got, you know, weak jaws that flip over their heads and some of their noses get punched out, but it's pretty good.

Don't move the cups, because I don't want anybody to see where the spike is, but give the plinths an extra mix up, and then line them up, like this, all right?

And so when I moved to New York City after college and got completely sucker punched in the face by depression, I did the only thing I could think of at the time.

And Russia s refusal to hand over Snowden, under the pretext of strict adherence to the law, has allowed Putin to poke Obama in the eye once again this time while posing as a defender of legality and human rights.

KB OK. Now, Steve, I'm going to stand in front of the table, OK. When I stand in front of the table, I want you to put the cups on the plinths, like this, in any order you want, and then mix them all up, so nobody has any idea where the spike is, all right?

But even a purely rhetorical structure would probably sound the death knell of the OAS, and weaken its human rights instruments, which have proved increasingly valuable and effective.

While I do not believe that a West Bank Jordan confederation could ever be a viable option, it might be the last nail in the coffin of a two state solution.

And the euro s appreciation in recent years driven in part by the European Central Bank s excessively tight monetary policy was the final nail in the competitiveness coffin.

When Depardieu was planning to cross the border into dull little Belgium to avoid French taxes, the Russians made him an offer that he could not refuse not just a flat 13 income tax rate, but a chance to poke French President François Hollande in the eye.