What do you want your last meal to be?

An everlasting gobstopper, like what Willy Wonka had.

I would hope it had been something light and easily digestible so as not to embarrass myself when the Grim Reaper grabs my wrist.

Oh, about seventy years from now. And you can serve me painted marbles and I probably won’t know the difference.

Assuming I’m able to take nourishment by some means other than a tube, I’d really like to have the foods that have been a part of celebrations and memory-making experiences in my life: my grandmother’s turkey and cornbread dressing, my mother’s chicken and dumplings, my daughter’s migas, my friend’s peach pie, and on and on. I do love food.

Lobster newburg over rice. Coconut cake. Ice tea.

Aarhh! I wish to taste Natasha Romanov aka Black Widow!

Potato latkes sautéed in real schmaltz, sour cream and apple sauce. Then a chaser of morphine.

Vada sambar, idlis, and coconut chutney.

I’d have as many pieces of fried chicken with gravy and french fries that I could eat. A big juicy steak with mushroom gravy and mashed potatoes. Chocolate volcano cake with plenty of Crème anglaise. Lots of champagne. These are all the things that I don’t normally eat and wish I could.

a small fresh crab salad
a small tenderloin steak, medium rare
souffled potatoes
creamed spinach
a dark chocolate covered, custard filled puffed pastry with a garnish of whipped cream.

Taco Bell.

Ribs and beer.

Fish and chips, proper British chippy style!

NSFW Breasts and pussy. Screw it if I have to go I want to go out with a smile. (I tried to come up with food but that just sounded better)

I think it’s interesting that very few of these responses have gotten over 2 GA’s.
Food is a very personal matter, isn’t it?

^^^ My “chaser of morphine” got some interest.