The Inmate on Death Row An inmate is on death row, waiting to be executed. The guard comes to his cell and asks him what his last request is. "Since, I don't particularly have a favorite food, I'm going to request singing a song instead, one time, and without interruptions," the inmate replied. "This song was one my dad taught me when I was a young child." The guard nodded, and allowed him to sing his song. The inmate takes a shaky breath and starts, "One billion bottles of beer on the wall..."