So I’m reading this really trashy book about the last meals and final testaments of death row prisoners in Texas, whose name I hurry to forget, taken from a notorious website the State Department of Corrections ran, and now I believe has pulled down. Basically it’s a book about people who are going to die imminently eating cheeseburgers and talking about Jesus. But one fellow’s testament stuck out:
I’ve been hanging round this popsicle stand far too long. Warden, let’s go.
That’s almost worth being executed for. And then there was the fellow whose last meal consisted of 'ice water' and who said nothing.