My grandma's boneless fried chicken, grandpa's mashed potatoes, mom's peanut butter cookies, dad's french fries, and lots of orange juice. Also cheesecake made by my aunt.

Eggplant Parmesan, a Caesar salad and for dessert my great-grandmother's chocolate cake and a glass of milk.

I'm a sentimental guy. Chicago style deep dish, with a spinach layer at the bottom and italian sausages. Lots of cheese. Chocolate gelato at the end and a cafe au lait. That or an affogato. Reminds me of my best friend.

For the sake of the coroner that would have to search the contents of my stomach, nothing.

I deserve as much oh god what have I done ;_;

caesar salad
my Mom's bulalo and Dad's salmon
trimmed coconut from which I can drink and get he meat out of
tiramisu

I'd like to eat outside if it's a sunny day.

But I'm a simple person, I would have no regrets if my last meal were cheese and crackers either.

http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/83888541/taco-town-taco-saturday-night-live-inspired

Caesar salad made by my sister's aunt Merry, roasted potatoes with garlic and rosemary, a steak cooked medium well, and bread pudding and peppermint ice cream for dessert. Orange juice and Dr Pepper to drink.

Like a HUGE mound of sour cream and chive mashed potatoes, some buttermilk biscuits, and a gallon of chocolate milk.

I was under the impression that they usually do that last meal stuff the night before so your tummy is empty by the time they fry you.

a meal of IMMORTALITY POTION MWAHAHAHAHA

Must we choose food they would actually allow us to eat, or is this an anything goes thing?

If anything goes, then C4 and gasoline. When they throw the switch, I want to splatter on the walls...

If it must be food, I guess a pizza or something.

easy: all you can eat buffet.

>>2418
enjoy being crispy-fried for the rest of your unnatural existence.

Steak, man. Just a good, lean, tasty, juicy hunk of cow flesh seared to rosey-pink in the middle.

on a pizza.

>>2418
>>2432
>>2510

Suppose it's lethal injection?

SEAFOOD. All kinds of seafood. Deep-fried perch, cod, boiled Alaskan Snow Crab legs, lobster, shrimp, bigass scallops, clams, mussels, calimari...

AND SUSHI. SO MUCH SUSHI. EEL AND FATTY TUNA AND SALMON.

AND THEN FOR MY SECOND MAIN COURSE, BRING ON THE MELTED CHEESE. A BIG BUCKET OF CHEESE SAUCE THAT I'LL EAT WITH A LADLE. AND BRING OUT THE BACON, TOO. GOTTA HAVE SOMETHING TO DIP INTO THE CHEESE.

To drink? Chocolate peanut butter milkshake. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT BLENDER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT PROPERLY, LET ME DO IT.

And for dessert... Hmm... FUCK IT, BRING THAT BLENDER BACK, I'M MAKING ANOTHER SHAKE.

I'd want the richest, chocolatiest, most amazing cheesecake ever. And chocolate mousse cake. And then the cheesiest, savouriest, hottest nachoes to even out the sweet.
And then I want toast with nutella. Because goddamit I want to know what it tastes like and at that point I'm already dead.

I don't think I could eat anything, but I'd ask for eggs. Eggs until I was sick of eggs than more eggs.

I'd have my mom come in and make me all of my favourite foods
Quiche, Steak, brisket, roast chicken, latkes, sweet potatoes, spaghetti and meatballs, chili and salads.
for dessert: KEY LIME MUTHER FUCKING PIE.
and to drink? shit bitch! I'D HAVE ME SOME CHOCOLATE MILK.

Two Luther burgers.

Although your choice looks mighty tempting as well, Ramdom.