Tripler, they won’t give you alcohol for your last meal. And cigarettes are against policy at least in Texas.
http://www.deadmaneating.com/index.htm
http://www.sheeple.com/herd/lastmeal.html
Yes, I know, they’re not the greatest cites. Sorry.
Last Meal
I’d have a huge porterhouse steak with sauteed onions and mushrooms and HP sauce, a baked potato with lots of butter, and broccoli. For dessert, really good vanilla ice cream. A pitcher of Coke would be my drink.
Last Words
“You might think you’re gonna kill me, but I won’t be really dead. You’ll see me again sooner than you want to. I’ll rise from the grave as the undead, ten times stronger than any mortal man. In my zombie corpse I’ll dig myself out of my grave, and I’ll walk the earth consuming the living, a manifestation of death and evil. I’m going to hunt down and kill every last one of you sons of bitches.”
That should give them a few nightmares. A parting shot, if you will.
Last meal - tiger prawns and strawberries, but not together.
Last words - Noli illegitimi carborundum!
Well, sure. Those things’ll kill ya.
My last words: I ate what?
Jeez Louise. You’d think they could find it in their hearts to give a guy one last drink before they off him, no matter what he did to earn a place on death row.
But I guess it’s really important that the condemned not slur their last words. :rolleyes:
Last words?
"Gotcha Ya"
Oh man, this is great. I was actually trying to think of something along these lines, but couldn’t come up with anything cool.
To me, there’s just something sad about ordering a jar of dill pickles as your last meal. I guess it doesn’t matter what you order, but… ah, I don’t know, it just depresses me a little.
If you were guilty of your crime, would you confess before they killed you?
You know, RickJay, seeing you post something completely psychotic is refreshing somehow. 
Hugh, if it’ll cheer you up any…maybe he knew dill pickles gave him really, really bad gas.
Last meal: Appetizer would be jalepeno poppers with ranch dressing. Main course, Turducken with mashed potatoes and gravy, and green bean casserole on the side. Dessert, deep fried cheesecake.
Last words: Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Don’t forget to tip your waitress!
Or maybe just my signature…
Actually, upon further reflection, I’d just sing The Mercy Seat and be done with it.
And the Mercy Seat is waitin’
and I think my head is burnin’…
Last meal: one dozen ears of corn from central Pennsylvania.
Last words: “I stole a million dollars from the First National Bank…it’s buried in the…” <dies>
From the TDCJ site:
How could someone possibly eat all that? That’s like 8 pounds of food, and 5 pounds of meat! :eek:
My last meal: a soft pretzel and a coke.
Last words: “I wish I’d taken that tumble in the hay with Mary Lou back in '67.”
Yes, but how many death row inmates have enough of an appetite to eat?
From the linked Texas site:
“He was a good obedient boy right up to the end. Always minded his mother.”
Regarding the link to the Texas last meal requests: I have seen that site before, and let me tell ya, if you don’t believe in the death penalty, you might after looking at the offender data there. The dirt nap would be the only way to keep those critters from killing other people.
Last Meal: Fugu Liver Sushi
Last Words: You should try some of this sushi, it’s great.
Cheers, Keithy
Last meal: Steak, baked potato, and cherry pie.
Last words: If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.
"Condemned prisoners can have anything they want, and it’s all-you-can-eat. But they can’t order the roast duck from Tony’s. It has to be available in the prison kitchen.(http://www.chron.com/cgi-bin/auth/story.mpl/content/chronicle/features/hoffman/hoffman980205.html)
I had read something else though that said it could be pretty much anything that didn’t require excessive means to get and did not cost more than 30 dollars.
For my last meal, I’d want to experience things I’ve never tried before:
- steak tartar
- chocolate covered ants
- fried grasshoppers
- that worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle
- raw liver freshly pulled from a stampeding buffalo
My last words:
“I don’t feel well. Do you have an Imodium?”
Last meal: pu pu platter, moo shu shrimp, and lemon sherbet
Last words: Okay! I confess! I hid the stolen money in the–in the–aaauuurggghh!