He was insistent that his last meal be his mother's chicken pot pie. Not any chicken pot pie, it has to be his mother's one.
This led to a lot of back and forth between his lawyers and the government. Eventually, it was determined that is she cooked it in the prison kitchen, under supervision, it would be ok.
She sent the recipe ahead, there wasn't anything too bad on it, so she was allowed to come in, and cook it.
He ate it all quickly, before the allergic reaction kicked in. Momma knew he wanted out on his terms.
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