It is September 21st, 2011, inside the Huntsville unit in Texas.

A prison guard slides a tray of food through the opening of a holding cell door.

At first glance, it looks excessive, and then you realize it's something more than that.

This isn't just a meal.

It's an impossible feast assembled piece by piece according to one man's exact specifications.

Two chicken fried steaks covered in gravy and onions.

A triple meat bacon cheeseburger.

A cheese omelette.

A bowl of fried okra with ketchup on the side.

A pound of assorted barbecue with a half a loaf of white bread.

Three fajitas.

A meat lover's pizza.

And then, almost as an afterthought, the desserts.

Peanut butter fudge with crushed peanuts. a pint of bluebell vanilla ice cream, and three root beers.

It's not just a lot of food, it's deliberate.

The man sitting in the cell is Lawrence Russell Brewer, and in a few hours the state of Texas is going to execute him.

He will be strapped to a gurney, and a series of drugs will be induced into his bloodstream in a sequence that is designed to end his life.

This meal is his final request.

The guards step back and give him space.

Brewer looks at the tray for a moment, and then he refuses it.

No hesitation, no explanation beyond a single casual statement.

He's not hungry.

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