“Last Supper” by James Reynolds.
Hypothetically, I think my own would be a recreation of my family’s Good Friday feast: tuna salad, egg salad, eggplant parm, a cheese tray, elephant ears, and my grandma’s handmade “smashed” bread. Then again, a meal from Komi might just be the answer. Or Citronelle. Or Wings Over East Lansing. It’s clear that I’m not meant for this kind of finite decisiveness. Knock on wood, I’m hoping this won’t ever be a meal that needs planning.
(Addendum: New York Times recently published an archive of inmate’s last words. Movie worthy highlight, “I am taking it like a man.”)
[via Josh Spear]