Time once again for the round table discussion that’s sweeping the nation — and until as our GED gets here in the mail, the floors at a Hardee’s near you — “(You Didn’t) Ask DeadOn.”

Most of our favorite TV shows have already gone through their season finale. And in some somber cases, series finale. Remember the last episode of Cheers? I was so sad when I saw it. Of course, I saw it on Nick at Nite years later, because the gravity of a sitcom set in a bar airing its final show didn’t really strike a 10-year-old the way it should.

In futile times like this, it’s best to pretend we have some kind of bureaucratic power over the television companies and give a slain show a chance. Which brings us to this week’s (You Didn’t) Ask DeadOn question:

“You can bring back one TV show from extinction for one more season. What do you pick?”

I hope I’m not ruining the suspense for anyone: Nobody said Caroline in the City.

Baba Oje

A ton of people are going to say this one, so I’m going to get it first. Arrested Development. That show was genius.

Holly/Magnolia

Sports Night, motherfuckers.

Lady Andrea

Twin Peaks. Even though the ending with Cooper smashing the mirror and creepily saying, “How’s Annie?” is pretty good (and gave me nightmares), I would’ve like to see more.

[Compiler's note: This is the first time Andie has given us one, and only one, answer for (YD)AD. We're so proud.]

SVPIMH

Frasier.

My pseudo-intellectualness reigns supreme on this question.

PreciousRoy

Get A Life (w/ Chris Elliot)

Best. Show. Ever.

The Fan’s Attic

Paradise Hotel. Delightfully trashy television upholding the Fox standards. Plus, it’s where Toni Ferrari screamed “Yahtzee!” every time she thought she had outsmarted/outargued someone, even though she really hadn’t. Toni Ferrari is the female version of the Danny from MTV’s The Inferno (via Real World Austin)–a ‘roided out dumbass.

Steve

My choice: NewsRadio. A side effect of this is that Phil Hartman comes back from the dead, and we need more Phil Hartman.

UndergroundBTO

Jericho – I just found out yesterday that CBS canceled that shit after one season, and there is only one episode left. WAAAAAAY too many questions left unanswered for my curious mind.

Jerkwheat

Ed.

Who hates on Tom Cavanaugh and Julie Bowen?

[Compiler's note: Not me, Bossco. --Suss]

SA

Freaks and Geeks. I’m still pissed by the way NBC treated the show.

(Bowden)³

The X-Files, all the way. Only stipulations – both Duchovny and Scully have to come back, and Duchovny has to promise not to write any episodes.

Suss–

Before someone else claims it, dibs on Mystery Science Theater 3000. Only two episodes need be made: One for Reindeer Games and one for History of Violence.

Clare

I’d bring back Homicide: Life on the Street. I loved everything about that show.

Len Bias Cocaine Surplus

I would say Wonder Showzen by a long shot. It isn’t even remotely close.

Yostal

Hogan’s Heroes. I love Hogan’s Heroes. How do you make a SITCOM out of a Nazi POW camp?!? Plus, Bob Crane, vastly underrated.

And if I were being completely bonkers, I’d want the proposed fifth season of Black Adder, set in Mod London, where BlackAdder and Baldrick were in a Rolling Stones-esque band.

[Compiler's note: Theeeeere's that multiple answer.]

JukeboxHero

Airwolf. No other possible choice for me.

CDNMoose

Since I can’t really say The Simpsons (which went off the air sometime in the 20th Century, despite rumours to the contrary), I’ll go with Futurama.

Same clever writing and lineage, a group of main characters you could love with fringe characters that added to every show and since it was “sci fi” (heavier on the “fi” than the “sci”), they could be in any situation, real or imagined which kept everything fresh.

I still say “Parasites Lost” was 22 of the best minutes on television, *ever*.

Tuffy

I’d take a new Season 3.5 of MST3K or Homicide: Life on the Streets. The last seasons of both were pretty rough around the edges. Firefly never got a full shot, but I don’t feel a craving for more of that, despite my affection for it.

However, here are three shows I do not have enough of yet:

Recent: Cupid. Paula Marshall plays a psychiatrist that treats Jeremy Piven, who believes he is Cupid, god of erotic love. He’s very convincing, offering advice to new people each week and trying to earn his way back into Olympus. Very witty; very intelligent; very romantic. Very DOA.

Ancient: I Spy. I want another season because there’s been no show like it since. The Far East location shoots were quite real (and quite expensive). The repartee matched the action. The guest stars were fabulous. Despite being of a time (black hero? black co-stars? edgy!), the rest of the show stands up well.

Import: Prime Suspect. Someone cut Helen Mirren a very large check and get her back on the force. Do it. Don’t make me come over there.

[Compiler's note: Okay, now I'm convinced that multipleanswerrhea is sci-fi transmittable.]

LingeringBursitis

MR. SHOW

MARK IT DOWN

I wish HBO had treated it better, instead of being a bunch of short-sighted pricks in pinstripe suits. They kept shoving it into obscure timeslots [Season 4 was mostly PREMIERED mondays at midnight], frequently bumped it back a week for some hidden camera bullshit sex show, and just failed to give it what it needed most: some faith [and maybe a little more money for production, although they did a fucking fantastic job with the peanuts they got.]

GordonShumway

I would love to see Paul Reiser and Greg Evigan revise their roles (and their perm and mullet, respectively) in My Two Dads. Because any show that can combine Greg Evigan’s carefully cultivated facial hair, awkward comments alluding to the couple’s potential ‘alternative lifestyle’, and the comedy stylings of Dick Butkus will obviously rock your face off. Or at the very least, make you drop your crimper.

Also, without My Two Dads, there is no Mad About You which means Reiser would never have written a book about marriage, and wouldn’t have been part of one of my favorite Family Guy jokes, from the “Chitty Chitty Death Bang” episode where a suicidal cult makes punch with poison, arsenic, and a copy of “Couplehood”. Thank you, My Two Dads, for making this all possible. And damn you, brain, for recalling all of it.

Also, please note I avoided the obvious selection of ALF, because I’d hate to see him now… fat, bloated, and married to Rue McClanahan.