My favorite food is my mother's lasagne. As a child, I bounced with glee in the kitchen, when I saw the shopping bag filled with the ingredients. In truth, I do the same as an adult.
I also love pizza, and those Burger King cheese and chili balls. I'm partial to Stilton and broccoli soup; Brie with a slab of hot baked bread and cranberry sauce; pasta with pesto and pine nuts; grey peas and vegetarian bacon; Derby cakes and Welsh cakes.
Any one of these could be chosen as my last meal, if I was on Death Row. What would you choose?
On the final day, those about to die will be with their loved ones for an hour or two. Twelve family members and friends will be crowded into a room, where they can cuddle, cry and say goodbye face to face. Another sixteen will be allowed to talk remotely, with telephones through bullet-proof glass.
After that, the condemned is taken away to eat their last meal. How appetizing can that be? Filled with the upset and emotion of those final goodbyes, you are confronted with food. You know that it will be the last thing that you will ever eat.
It must taste like sawdust in their mouths. A brick in their stomach.
Everything that happens, that's seen, heard or felt, has a stamp of finality about it on that day. They know the exact time of their death. It won't be a kind death either. Even if things go right, then it will be terrifying and painful. Things frequently go wrong. Those are the most horrific of all premeditated killings.
All of these last sightings, last conversations, last glimpse of that brickwork, skylight or bed, is enough to send the most resolute individual half mad.
Yet still the blood-thirsty mob will slobber out the baying cries, "But they deserved it! They killed someone!" But so did you, when you allowed this to happen without a call to your representative nor a letter to the paper. "They showed no mercy to their victims!" And two wrongs apparently make it right.
No-one ever suggests that murder should go unpunished, nor any of the other terrible crimes. But for the average armchair serial killers, the only possible punishment is state sanctified slaughter. With no blood on their hands, it allows for silence and inaction to send a person to their death; and that is not humane.