A particular governor of a particular state is considering appointing a "regular citizen" to fill the vacant post of a certain senator, due to a certain outrageous funeral of the said senator. How curious- the Napoleon of Notting Hill by GK Chesterton lays out a situation rather like this. The King of England is picked by the random, unbiased selection of names from a census list. Somehow, one can't help but think this might well be the best way to do things...

Though a situation like this might arise {and is it a bad thing? hmm...}:

"No sir," said the officer, with a slight cough and a glance towards Auberon, who was at that moment putting his head between his legs and making a noise like a cow. "The gentleman whom we have to congratulate seems at the moment -- er -- er -- occupied."