My last meal would be Cebu lechon skin, salmon sashimi, garlic rice from Aida’s, chicken inasal, hakaw with chili garlic oil, cansi with lots of marrow, fromage a raclette, bacon, smoked sausages, Chorizo el Rey, pecan pie a la mode from Calea. And then I would have a heart attack and die before I reach the electric chair (electric chair??).
In 2012 Gary Carl Simmons sat down for an enormous meal including a Pizza Hut Super Supreme Deep Dish pizza; 10 8-oz. packs of Parmesan cheese; 10 8-oz. packs of ranch dressing; one family size bag of Doritos; 2 large strawberry shakes; two cherry Cokes; one super-size order of McDonald’s fries; and two pints of strawberry ice cream. By about 4:45 one observer reported that he had eaten roughly half of the nearly 30,000-calorie feast before he was marched off to the Mississippi death chamber. At 6:16 that evening he was declared dead after he was executed by lethal injection for a grisly 1996 murder.
The last meal has become a standard ritual in the contemporary execution, an oddly fascinating public episode in the final moments before society passes its ultimate judgment on one of our…
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