Another Reason To Avoid Airplane Food...

On a British Airways flight from Delhi to London, an Economy Class passenger turned tits up, and was upgraded, mid-flight, to First Class. Said one First Class passenger, "I sit in First so that I don't have to be with the hoi polloi. And here I am, sitting next to an Economy Class passenger. It is just too much to bear. Stewardess, please bring me another whisky."

Apparently, airplane food kills ten people a year, and the corpses are stored in a variety of places, including the First Class cabin. (Fortunately, the airlines are not allowed to add insult to injury by placing the corpses in the galley.)

The problem, for the rest of the paying First Class passengers, was not so much the corpse (which mercifully did not engage in any banal conversation with her seatmate), but the corpse's daughter, who spent the remainder of the flight "...wailing in grief." You would think that she would have the common decency to keep her yap shut, and to mourn in peace.

As far as I am concerned, this was a ploy on the part of the mother and daughter to get a free upgrade. And, it works every time.

Frankly, they should have wrapped the body in one of those flimsy blankets and put her in an overhead bin. (Which, by the way, is another reason not to use one of those flimsy blankets when you fly.)