Questionable pronunciation aside, I'm an object where love goes to die. Try to prolong the inevitable you may, but eventually my contents will wither away...

Can't buy me, for I'm just a state of mind,Chasing me means I am hard to find.I am the bright glow that warms you inside.I'm the foe of sorrow, behind a smile,And staying to make life worth your while.What am I?

I have trees but sell no wood, I have grass but grow no farm, people spread their blankets on me eat their lunch and come to calm, kids run wild and dogs run free yet no one owns a single tree and in a city full of rush I am the one green breathing hush. What am I

Did you hear about the kidnapping at school?! It’s ok he. . .

What does a Dalek egg timer say after three minutes