Do you have a weird thing that you’re into? Something that you feel a bit weird telling other people about? It might be your penchant for watching international beauty pageants, your weekend habit of attending Renaissance Fairs or maybe you like to watch Hitler documentaries. Me? My weird thing is that I like to read about serial killers. It’s creepy but it’s true. I don’t like drug crimes or gang wars. I want weird dudes who cut up other dudes and kept their severed ears in pickle jars on their bookshelves. The kind of guy who worked at the post office but no one ever suspected anything except that he was always a ‘bit weird’. There’s no need to panic though as I’m extremely unlikely to go down the murder path. Dead things freak me out.
So anyway, a few months ago I stumbled across the work of Henry Hargreaves, a photographer and artist who came up with the genius work No Seconds. He recreated and photographed a series of last meals from prisoners on death row. Being the deranged little semi-psychopath that I am, I lapped it up. Here are a few of my favourites.
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Ted Bundy
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Timonthy McVeigh
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John Wayne Gacy
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I found the entire series utterly fascinating.
I mean think about it… what would you actually have for your last meal? It’s such a huge decision considering you can literally pick anything at all in the world.
I would have…
• A crunchy tuna sushi roll
• A piece of inari sushi
• Lasagne
• A few crispy hot chips with mayonnaise
• A whole bottle of Pepper Jack shiraz
• Cookies and cream, salted caramel and choc chip ice cream
• A coconut Whitakkers
• Strawberries with sweet deli yogurt
• A cup of chai tea
When I took the time to really think about it, my choices surprised me. Especially the lasagne. I hardly EVER eat lasagne because holy carbs and calories Batman that stuff is bad for you but when you’re on death row, who gives a crap? I admit it’s also a rather large meal but I figure if there’s one point in my life where it’s totally acceptable to eat my feelings, it should be when I’m on death row.