dead men walking

[constance]

So today we drove to Atlanta to see the Tutankhamun exhibit, which was very well put together, not to mention fascinating, and which I wish I weren't completely broke because some of the gift shop stuff was miraculously wonderful -- I mean, a pen shaped like Tut's mummy, and when I say "mummy" I don't mean all linen-wrapped and sarcophagused, I mean like blackened and shriveled and lipless, WHOA I MUST HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN ASCENDED TO AWAIT THE JUDGMENT OF OSIRIS -- but that's not what I want to talk about. What I want to talk about is this: somehow at lunch talk turned to Last Meals, as in, if you were on death row and had a last meal coming to you, what would it be? Three out of four of us could answer that question really easily, as easily as if we sat around every day preparing for the moment when we were forced to order our very last, favoritest meal, which was a little surprising.

But anyway. How easily can you answer the question? And what would your last meal be?

Comments

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I think one is totally obliged to be a glutton for one's last official meal! It's like the rules. Or if it's not, it should be.

OMG I think I'm gonna have to add sourdough bread with butter to my list. Yeah, I definitely will!

And a Last Meal Potluck would be the best theme ever, I think. Maybe if I do end up coming in for Azkatraz we can swing a facsimile of some sort. "Last Meal Takeout Potluck" or some such!