Tim Cavanaugh | April 16, 2006
Reader Fred Nolan invites you to take a bite out of Deadmaneating.com, a comprehensive guide to last meal requests by condemned prisoners. Get the skinny on Kevin Kincy, who was executed by lethal injection in Texas on March 29 (without, unfortunately, making any last-meal request; the site doesn't mention what the default last meal is).
Deadmaneating lacks the succinct authority of the conceptual artist Celia A. Shapiro's "Last Meals" project, which reconstructs each prisoner's menu on a serving tray—from Harry Charles Moore's healthful last request to Timothy McVeigh's final indulgence in empty calories to a smorgasbord of other prisoners' choices, some of which look pretty appetizing. Taschen ought to do a book of Shapiro's pics, but in the meantime you can get Ty Treadwell's Last Suppers or prison chef Brian Price's Meals to Die For.
And since this is the day Jesus comes back to finish up the leftover slices of pizza, choose your favorite version of the savior's last meal: Leonardo? Bassano? Master of the Housebook? Girbaud supermodels? David LaChapelle? Other?
What would Black Jesus choose for his last meal? Formerly controversial artist Renee Cox offers up her body in "Yo Mama's Last Supper." Other last meal requests?
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Here is my impression of Jesus when he comes back in all His
glory:
"None of those buildings used to be there."
W C Fields (in My Little Chickadee), as he was about to be
lynched:
Q: Do you have any last requests?
Fields: Yes. I'd like to see Paris before I die.
What may well have been the finest rendition of the Last Super (penultimate super?) is alas, not on display. Presumably it has been consigned to the ashes.
You'd think last words on cockpit voice recorders would be of
more interest to writers.
I believe the winner for most popular is ``Oh shit.''
Nothing you couldn't say any day. Evidently no planning has been
done.
Thoreau managed ``Moose,'' and then ``Indians,'' but he wasn't
pressed for time as an airplane plummeting does to you.
"Last meal: Salazar had a final meal request of a dozen tamales,
six brownies, refried beans with chorizo, two rollo candies, six
hard shell tacos with lettuce, three big red sodas, ketchup, hot
sauce, six jalapeno peppers, tomatoes, cheese, and extra ground
beef."
No wonder he's dead!
I choose Bunuel's Last Supper, from Viridiana.
http://www.infocadiz.com/Rivadavia/Bunnuel/Viridiana.htm
I'd eat a Japanese-Indian fusion meal with chopsticks, and I'd
chew the chewy items very long and languidly.
I'd like every condiment possible around my plate.
For dessert: fudge ripple ice cream topped with toasted, shredded
coconut.
Ummm ummm.
Hey Grandma! What's fer dinner?
Tom T. Hall,
Here was a recent cartoon in the New Yorker.
The feet of a dead cowboy are seen by a cooking campfire. Standing
over the body was another cowboy with the smoking rifle in his
hands, explaining to a third cowboy:
"I had to do it. He was about to grill zuchini."
(Your comment about baby squash got me going. Down south, squash
was just squash, and it was the yellow kind. Anyone eating any
other kind almost needed to be killed.)
http://wtbw.net/wtbw/last-s/17.jpg
Holy shit, Mao as Jesus. This (mostly)athiest is offended.
From the old so-so TV show, "When Things were Rotten":
Guard: What do you want for your last meal?
Prisoner: Give me a large bowl of chicken soup. . .and a fork.
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