Interesting LAST MEAL requests

I recently read about the 15 most extravagant last meal requests of death row prisoners. Here are the 5 most interesting ones to me:

1. In 1985, Gerald Lee Mitchell met his 20-year-old victim, Charles Marino, and the victim’s 15-year-old brother-in-law, Kenneth Flemming, in a Houston neighborhood park, offering to sell the pair some marijuana, but he robbed them of their cash and car keys before shooting them both. Fleming survived with a hip injury.
Mitchell was later arrested while driving Marino’s car. That same day, he had murdered another man when the latter refused to hand over a necklace he wanted. Mitchell was ultimately sentenced to death for both murders. For his last meal, he requested a bag of Jolly Rancher candy in assorted flavors. Mitchell was clearly a candy lover to the very end.

2. Dobie Gillis Williams was on a five-day furlough from Camp Beauregard when he broke into the rural home of Hebert and Sonja Knippers in 1984. After breaking into their home through the couple’s bathroom window, he attempted to r*pe Sonja before stabbing her. Williams left the house the same way he came in, and later, a fatally-injured Sonja passed away.
Williams was eventually arrested, charged with first-degree murder, and sentenced to death. For his last meal, he requested twelve candy bars and some ice cream, showing that he was a major chocolate addict. Talk about a sugar rush.

3. After Victor Feguer arrived in Dubuque, Iowa in the summer of 1960 and rented a room at a rundown boarding house, he began calling physicians out of the local Yellow Pages, eventually coming across Dr. Edward Bartels. He called Bartels up and when Bartels stopped by, Feguer kidnapped and killed him. He was arrested a few days later while attempting to sell the doctor’s car.
Feguer was convicted of murder and sentenced to death by President John F. Kennedy himself since, at that time, only the former president could commute a death sentence. For his last meal, Feguer requested a single olive with the pit still in it. But he didn’t eat it. The olive was found in his suit pocket and was reportedly buried with him.

4. Lawrence Russell Brewer requested more food than anyone could realistically eat. Brewer was a white supremacist who, along with two other white supremacists, murdered a 49-year-old African-American man in Jasper, Texas in 1998 by dragging him to death behind a pickup truck and was sentenced to death.
For his last meal, he requested two chicken fried steaks and sliced onions dripping in gravy; a triple-meat bacon cheeseburger with everything on the side; one cheese omelet with ground beef, tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, and jalapeños; a big bowl of fried okra with ketchup; one pound of barbecued meat and half a loaf of white bread; three fajitas with all the toppings; a Pizza Hut Meat Lovers pizza; a pint of Blue Bell vanilla ice cream; a slab of peanut butter fudge with crushed peanuts on top; and three root beers. When the food came, Brewer declined to eat anything, saying he wasn’t hungry.

5. Debra René Wilson was counting money from the cash drawer when retail merchant James Edward Smith entered the office and pointed a gun at her, demanding money. After Harris collected the money from an insurance executive, he fired a bullet into the executive’s heart, killing him, then fled the scene on foot. However, he was caught in a nearby parking lot by an office worker, a work crew, and a businessman. Harris was convicted of capital murder and sentenced to death.
For his last meal, he requested rhaeakunda dirt, which is frequently associated with voodoo rituals, so he could perform a voodoo ritual. His mother said her son was a kind and caring child until he started practicing black magic, voodooism, and witchcraft. But dirt wasn’t on the list of approved foods for last meals, so the prison gave him what they probably considered the closest thing—yogurt.
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What, no barbecue pork?

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You'll have to read the rest of the article to find out, I guess.grin
I did and didn't see any requests for pork.
Warden': What do you want for your last meal?

Criminal: Hundred year old eggs.

Warden: We don't have any hundred year old eggs.

Criminal' I'll wait.

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cowboy
My last request would be to eat a man devil
Glad I am a woman. giggle
Hi Didi wave
Hmm .. I don't know but I found the feeling of wanting to eat something when you know that you're gonna die in a matter of hours or even minutes mind-boggling. dunno
I guess pork just isn't on their list of "about-to be-executed" food choices.laugh dunno
laugh wave Good one Mic!
That might give you indigestiongrin . No worries though; death would fix that, I'd bet.laugh
wave Kal, I feel the same. I just don't think I'd have the appetite. Maybe the food acts as a distraction, so that their focus wouldn't totally be on their soon-to-happen demise.hmmm
I would request a 16oz Wagyu New York strip steak, a baked potato and a large portion of broccoli. A large diet ginger ale to wash it down.

.... oh yea, Key Lime pie for dessert.


My crime? Gluttony.grin
laugh Good one Ken!... and that meal will be part of the evidence (People's exhibit A).grin
You would love being my man laugh
Not that kind of eat laugh


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For his last meal, he requested rhaeakunda dirt, which is frequently associated with voodoo rituals, so he could perform a voodoo ritual.

Ewwww. barf
I find this to be rather macabre but then again, nothing is off limits when it comes to discussion.

What would you order if the cowboys in Texas were about to murder you in a couple of hours time?

I'd probably have a fritto misto (generous portion) for starter and a baked whole scorpion fish with potatoes, plenty of lemon and rosemary for main course. Everything washed down with a few bottles of the finest Chianti at room temperature (yes, I don't necessarily drink white wine with fish. I'm no pleb). Lastly, a good cigar and an espresso (no sugar at all) to round it all up. Then I suppose I'd grudgingly accede to the inevitable.
At least it's not poached human fetuses with hollandaise sauce. That'd be satanic.
Now THAT'S "macabre"...
Probably. Although I bet they'd be good. A bit like pork cheeks and scrambled eggs, I'd presume.
roll eyes Smh...
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