Here at SND, we are very obsessed with death row last meals. Say what you will about the death penalty (I am opposed), the notion of a final meal is fascinating, and perhaps a nod to the human obsession with delicious food. The last thing we’ll let you do before we kill you, other than say a couple of last words, is feed you all your faves!
The state of Georgia is, to use their terminology, fixin’ to execute a woman on Wednesday night. Kelly Renee Gissendaner conspired with her boyfriend to kill her husband for insurance money in 1997. Note to criminals: you will never get away with this crime. Watch Forensic Files. It never works out for anyone. Plus, by the looks of Kelly Renee, this was murder was probably over about five grand.
Lest someone intervene, Kelly will be killed by our government on Wednesday, and has put in her final meal request with the chefs at a lady prison in Georgia. Get a load of this menu:
Two Whoppers with cheese, cornbread, side of buttermilk, two large orders of french fries, cherry vanilla ice cream, popcorn, salad with a cheese and buttermilk dressing and lemonade.
Was buttermilk some sort of touchstone in Kelly’s childhood? What is with all the buttermilk? Who DRINKS buttermilk? I am very confused. I have been to Georgia, and have never seen buttermilk on a drink menu, nor have I been served it, a la regular milk. Does she dip the Whopper in the buttermilk? Pls. explain.
In related news, one of the most memorable quotes I’ve ever heard IN MY LIFE is a combination of last meals and last words:
“Please tell the media, I did not get my SpaghettiO’s, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know.”
Thomas Grasso, executed in Oklahoma in 1995 for murdering an elderly woman with Christmas lights.
Your last meal in the comments.