I would probably want to cook a decent turkey. Whether it was my mother or my sister, growing up in a matriarchal family in America, they always cooked the best turkeys and kinda ruled my life that way, so I would like one crack at it. I’d put a turkey in the oven, and that would give me a good five hours to do some other stuff.

That’s the point. I don’t have to achieve today. For an over-achiever that would be quite an unusual day. But there would be mental photographs taken of dear friends and family so that I could create a virtual reality of them wherever I was going.

I’m sure it’s a cliché but I’d like to see as many of my friends and family as possible in that day. So I’d have my family around, I’d have my friends around, just to clock in with them.

My house by the sea to the sound of ropes pinging against boat masts and gulls on the roof. Instant coffee, white toast and watching The Wright Stuff in bed. It’s my last day! If I haven’t done it yet I don’t want to cram it all in now.

Probably a bit of an explanation that's also a warning: "Enjoyed prawns, but didn't cook them thoroughly." The gravestone would be made of pink polystyrene and would be made in the shape of a seafood platter.