This is really morbid. Not in a “hey there’s a picture of a guy’s head getting blown off” kind of way though. The entire idea of a last meal always seemed a bizarre juxtaposition, positing the wholesome, personal and (literally) life-giving nature of a favorite meal next to someone who has done truly obscene acts who is about to receive something equally obscene. It’s really bizarre to contemplate.
In any case, I’d go with the Tim McVeigh, if forced to choose from these choices. Perfect world, I’d combine the McVeigh with the standard.
My actual last meal?
…Shit, I’m gonna have to think about that one for a while.
(via normalize95)