I don’t understand how you wouldn’t be so nervous that you’d even be able to eat.
I agree. I don’t even like going to ‘business lunches’ for the same reason. The cynic in me keeps thinking; “Why are we really here? What is it you want to tell me that I need to be subdued by a full stomach while in a fully public restaurant?”
Probably a good test for “psychopathy”. If you have an appetite hours before your death, you really don’t care.
It's more like a baby reaching for the titty to comfort itself. Why don't they just give these guys cyanide?