It is said that the 16th meeting was canceled due to a severe case of existential dread. But before that, there was 15 The Final Sleep.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a lone flickering fluorescent above the whiteboard. The air reeked of stale coffee and desperation. The participants, a motley crew of sleep-deprived zombies, sat around the table, their eyes sunken, their skin sallow.
The leader of the meeting, a hollow-eyed apparition in a suit, stood up and began speaking in a hollow voice, "We have reached a critical juncture. Our research indicates that the coffee machine is on the fritz, and we must act swiftly to rectify this situation."
One of the attendees, a bleary-eyed programmer, spoke up, "But what about the vending machine? It's still dispensing stale crackers, and the microwave has been on the fritz since Tuesday."
The leader's voice grew even more hollow, "That is beside the point. We must focus on the coffee machine. Our very survival depends on it."