I want my last meal to be 20 tacos, baked beans, cabbage, more tacos, refried beans, one dozen boiled eggs, with a gallon of petrol as my drink.
And don't ask me the logistics of how, but I will either end up a free man before they ever strap me to the chair, or I will die a death so amazingly memorable, that I will live on in the hearts and tears (and I assure you yes, there will indeed be tears in their eyes) of the brave men who attempted to end my life that day. My memory will live on forever.