Even death row inmates are privileged in having knowledge of their final meal.

You and I will wake up some day and eat our last meal without ever preparing for the occasion. It will come suddenly, unexpectedly, and we will have no say in what it will be. It could be a slice of toast, a bowl of cereal, or perhaps nothing at all. We won’t know that we are about to take our final bite, and we won’t savor it as if it were our last. Unlike those called to the death chamber, we don’t have the privilege of saying goodbye to the world on our own terms. We will simply fade away, unacknowledged and forgotten.