This is a really hard question... If my next meal was my last, as of right now, it would definitely be a 12 count chicken nugget meal from Chic-Fil-A, with the lemonade on deck as drink of course. I feel like the stereotype is true; people from the south do love Chic-Fil-A. The south is the purest reflection of love, and that is noted everywhere you go from someone's personal home to a fast food restaurant. I think Chic-Fil-A encompases home for me, and furthermore, the 12 count tastes like heaven and good weather. The 12 count is fire; how could I not choose that as my last meal?