The last thing I want to read.
The heading of this thread, which gave no hint of the anger I'd find when opening it, jogged a memory of two notes I've received over the years. Both thanked me for newspaper columns I had written about two men and informed me that the columns were the last things the men had read before they died.
What, might I ask, would be the last thing you would want to read, assuming you knew death was imminent and you chose to spend some of your final moments reading?
(My own choice would probably be a favorite story from "Delta of Venus," though I might do better to choose some wise words about forgiveness, of which I will sorely be in need.)