Because I'm not on death
Because I'm not on death row, I've never really thought about what I'd have for a last meal. Then the other day they had tater tots in the cafeteria. I like tater tots. I like them so much that I decided right then that they'd be on my final meal menu.
I mentioned my revelation to the cafeteria dude who was serving them and he said that, while he likes tater tots, he didn't think they were worthy of a last meal. Apparently he's more of a steak and onion rings kind of guy.
This got me to wonderin'. What do inmates really request?
Turns out there are - surprise! - websites that document the macabre details of an inmate's final meal. The State of Texas, for example, has a final meals page that records what each person ordered. (Holy crap, Texas executes a lot of people.) Another site - cleverly titled Dead Man Eating - seems to track stuff from lots of states. It also has an associated blog, which seems to have all the same information only with fewer stupid graphics.
More people than I expected declined a last meal. The pages don't say why they did, so I wonder if it's because they weren't hungry or if they were trying to make a statement. Some people have things like 'world peace' listed, which leads me to believe it's most likely a statement of some sort.
Beyond that, it's obvious that the inmates really like cheeseburgers. Except for the ones who only want a bag of assorted Jolly Ranchers or a jar of dill pickles.
And man, some people are *really* hungry:
Twenty-four soft shell tacos, six enchiladas, six tostados, two whole onions, five jalapenos, two cheeseburgers, one chocolate shake, one quart of milk and one package of Marlboro cigarettes.
24 tacos? Whoo-wee!
But what about tater tots?
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