In her journal of March 8, 1941, some days before committing suicide by drowning herself in a river, Virginia Woolf wrote:

occupation is essential. And now with some pleasure I find that it is seven; & must cook dinner. Haddock & sausage meat. I think it I true that one gains a certain hold on sausage & haddock by writing them down.

What was the last thing that you ate? Can you remember how it tasted? Was it savoury or sweet? Would you be content if it was the last thing you ate?