I find it weird thinking about these kinds of things. It must be pretty chilling to be on a flight at 35,000 feet, plane fall apart and you get free from the plane (alive). You'd acknowledge you were going to die, then black out, and likely come back into consciousness at about 10-15,000 feet to fall to your inevitable death over a couple of minutes. It must be horrendous. I wonder how many people come to terms with it / accept it during their fall.
Precisely why I hate flying. What a terrible way to die. And my friends are always all like "so what, you're going to die anyway?" Well by that logic I might as well just go become a gay prostitute because after all I'm going to die anyway.
Not to mention one of my buddies who flies all the time for business was actually in Malaysia at that time and left on the same day (US bound) and two dudes he knew from the conference he was at ended up on that missing plane. So now I'm all like SEE BRO.