Reading, lately, a collection of three novellas by John Grisham, Sparring Partners, the mid-novella, "Strawberry Moon," was about the last three hours before the execution of a surprisingly young convict. Well, it was very fraught in a number or ways (moist eyes at the end), but the part about the "final meal" kept me slightly awake last night before Ambien-time came in. There, it was a cheap pepperoni pizza and a milkshake. I lay abed here, real time, and wondered just what I'd choose if the choice came (I remain not imprisoned/condemned)--and that might be likely to be had (no toast points with caviar, etc.) a prison might provide for a last meal. I thought a bit (and another bit) and came up with--well, "A really good BLT and a pint of butter-pecan ice cream." That sandwich had better have a sweet and juicy summer tomato with toasted whole-wheat bread. Mayo.
Nothing for me. You don't get to use the power of the state to kill me and try to use a "last meal" to assuage your guilt.
However, a Snickers bar would be nice.
Can I order wine with my last meal?