FEMALE. 29 years old. PR living in Orange County, California

i would want all the positive influences in my life to be present - family and friends. i would want the peace of letting any anxiety, regret or doubt release from my heart. i would want to get full on plates of love and faith, generosity and kindness. i would want to feel satisfied that i had done meaningful work in my life, created spiritual partnerships with the many beautiful people i shared time with and raised intelligent and conscious children who carried on the legacy of strength and joy that i received from my parents.

MALE. 30 Years Old. Camera operator living in los angeles. Born In canoga Park, California, USA

For my last supper I would have all of my family and close friends gathered together at my house. We would eat all of my wife’s finest chicken based meals. Along with the chicken there would be pizza, Mexican food, turkey burgers, ice cream, beer, and soda. We would stay up all night talking about how good life is, what great things I accomplished, and laughing at all my faults and mistakes I had made.
Along with the talk, there would be plenty of time for games. The fun family gathering games like UNO attack, Scrabble, Guesstures, Pit, Remote Possibilities, Catch Phrase, and of course poker, Texas no limit Hold’em style. Of course, besides the games, we would watch the L.A. Lakers and Kansas City Chiefs on TV.
For the Lakers, we would see them return to glory as they win their 15th championship, this time over the Boston Celtics in a game seven. Derek Fisher would hit the winning shot as the buzzer sounds at the Staples Center. Once the excitement of the Lakers championship subsides, we would put in the DVD documenting the Chiefs past season. At the end of the DVD, we would again watch how the Chiefs won their 2nd Superbowl.
Once the morning light begins to peak over the mountains to signify the start of a new day and the end of my time, I would say my farewells to friends and family. Everyone would leave except for my wife, Michele. I would spend the rest of my time with her expressing to her my love and passion. That would make for a great goodbye.

FEMALE. 30 years old. Film Maker living in los angeles. Born in Niles, MI, USA

I think I would love to have back the dinners from my childhood, without the meat though. We would have the entire extended family around my grandmother's table and she would cook all the veggies my sister and I would pick for her that afternoon. I would definitely add all my family and friends to the table.

We'd eat fresh green beans, fried dandelions, moral mushrooms, potatoes, fried squash, off the vine cherry tomatoes and a vegetarian roast to replace the meat; all with sweet tea and milk to wash it down. And I would add the lasagna my parents would make together (again veggie style instead); something I can never have again. It was one of the things they did really well together. Then, strawberry shortcake for dessert. Yes, yes indeed.

FEMALE. 23 years old. Editor living in eagle rock. Born in Joliet, Illinois.

For my last supper I want some mashed potatoes, pizza, stuffed shells, chicken parmesan
and taco bell with a few close people in my life
I wouldn't want it to be too big of a party and feast so that it wouldn't be so hard for me accept the fact that I'm dying.

FEMALE. 26 years old. Writer/producer living in los angeles. Born in Taiwan

What a coincidence you say last supper because I'm actually doing a last supper (without the dying part) in January of next year. I'm also addicted to food. And I've decided to go on a raw food diet because I want to be more healthy and have more energy. So I've already given this a lot of thought. I'm currently filming a documentary about eating all my favorite foods for the last time and then I will quit cold turkey (no pun intended) and document my raw food diet for a year---assuming I last that long, who knows, I have my friends and family wagering on how long I'll last... 100% raw meaning nothing cooked over 105 degrees and nothing processed, no raw meat, no dairy, no eggs, all organic...

My last supper would be a bowl of Taiwanese beef noodle soup because I'm from Taiwan and it's in ingrained in my DNA to I love a hot steaming bowl of noodles...

MALE. 48 years old. Musician living in Hollywood. Born in London, England

About fifty metres from the gently lapping, moonlit ocean, a splendid house sits, with ample, cleverly designed out-door areas leading onto the beach. The dining area is neither indoors nor out, strictly speaking, but a little of both, apparently. The indoor part is where the piano is, naturally.

A perfect martini would be essential, smoked trout salad, fresh oysters, octopus carparccio, grilled sardines and prosciutto/parmagiano dates would be on the appetizer menu, along with Veuve and Gavi di Gavi in the beverage division. Perhaps one of those tiny soups as well. Pastas will include penne arrabiatta, spinach and ricotta gnudi and something with clams and mussels.

Striped sea bass will be grilled whole and served with sauteed spinachi, and Dover sole will be an option, but lobster won’t. In the meat division, there’ll be top steak fillets like at Vibrato, crispy duck cantonese style, and a few lamb cutlets with grilled portobella mushrooms, radicchio and aubergines. Reds would be a vintage Pomerol, an Ornellaia and a Masi Amerone.
Alfred Brendel might saunter over and breeze through a movement of a Schubert piano trio with Itzhak and one of his mates at some point, J.G. Ballard may be found chatting with D.H. Lawrence over a Cuban, as might David Mamet be spotted sharing a joke with Dom Irrera and Richard Prior, or indeed my old man and Benjamin Britten may well be conversing over a G&T. Guests would include family and friends, many of whom would perform something in some way. Oh, and there’d be a ping pong table somewhere, and a couple two tree dogs would be in residence.

Desserts? Erm… profiteroles, sorbets, berry soup with fruit, tiramisu, vanilla ice cream with esspresso on it. Cordon Bleu, Ornellaia Grapa, and Ramon Allones no. 2s to finish.
Massages would be provided on beds on the beach lit by candles and the moon, and the hot tub would be very large.

FEMALE. 54 years old. Horse Trainer living in Riverside california. Born in Maryland USA

It is just dusk in Yosemite. Snow is gently falling, and the Awahnee is resplendent as it garners the shimmer of the season. The Awahnee Hotel is steeped in traditional architecture. Rough-hewn beams run the full length of the ceiling. Polished cherry panels line the dining room walls. The immense table is set with Austrian crystal and simple, gold-rimmed plates. An enormous flower arrangement strikes a pose against the cathedral window overlooking the river. I welcome family and the friends who make them happy. I welcome peaceful, loving people to the dinner.

Here! I see dozens of Maryland Blue Crabs, and some sourdough from San Francisco. I see that marvelous Chinese Chicken Salad from Ports, that I was never able to recreate after Jacques died and took the receipe with him. A compilation of vegetables, Earl's specialty green bean, asparagus, green onion and mushrooms. Over there is the Seafood Chiffonade salad from Musso's, and some delicious creamed spinach. A mountainous fruit salad, fresh and unladen with sauce stands ready. Lyn's corned beef and cabbage, Mom's spahgetti, Ear's fried chicken, Roger's popovers, and some prime rib - yes from Lawry's - and then dessert, made by Michael, of course. And, yes, some coffee, also made by Michael with real cream and with a touch of Baileys.

All my 4-legged friends will be in their barn. Paul, Trust, and Wood, and all the cats of my life. Everyone will have more than enough to eat. Everyone will be warm and comfortable, and marvel at the presence of a scare moment in life where all is serene.