This page made me sad, but it was interesting to try and think about what the inmates had in mind when they made their choices.
Personally, I think I'd either decline my final meal, ask for one relatively simple thing (olives perhaps) or screw things up by ordering too much and not enjoying it at all.
The notion of deciding what you want the last thing you taste in life to be (aside from whatever you may taste between then and when you get killed, I suppose) is a strange one. I suspect most folks won't get to decide that, and those that do (like these DR inmates, or old folks in homes, etc.) have already lost so many other priveliges that it would either be meaningless or very meaningful.
In any case, it would be a difficult decision, and likely to make me very reflective.
(This is my first post on K5.)
"We all have it coming, kid." - Clint Eastwood as William Munny in Unforgiven