I'd probably just gather my loved ones and hug and kiss them, let them know that I love them, and just drift off peacefully. No need to indulge every last drop of physical gratification. I feel bad for your widows watching you cram an entire steak and bottle of whiskey down your throat with your final moments that could be spent with them. Think of the mess. Just your dead bloated corpse in a pile of steak sauce, booze, and needles. Think if kids saw that. Its probably 5 minutes before you die because you die of a heroin overdose and choking on unchewed meat you bunch of mindless consumers.