clunckdriver wrote:Its a good thing that the conversations we had years back when digging in a smoking hole trying to find enough body fragments to meet the then criteria of death wernt recorded, Chick you got it right, we refined "black humour " to an art form, Grief counsellors came later when too many shrinks graduated and couldnt find work.I am willing to bet that the late pilots best friends will be at the forefront of such conversations, a bit like a good Irish wake, the the departed in his/her box standing up in the corner, no longer PC in the new world which has made death into a very lucretive buisiness for those in the funerall and memorial trade.
An A320-driving friend made the following comments after AF447. When told it was in bad taste, his response was that if he spent all of his time worrying about what could go wrong, he wouldn't be able to get off the ground.
This just in from the Cockpit Voice recorder!:
Capt: Merde! we've lost all ze flight computers rendering our controls useless!
First officer: Zut alors Capitane! What can we do?!
C: would you like a cognac?
F: Ben, why not? my duty day just finished...
C: I'll call the flight attendant
Sound of chime. Sound of door opening.
F/A: yes captai... ohhh look at all ze pretty flashes! I've never seen ze inside of a sunder storrrm.
C: Mais oui! you can see it better without all ze lights on inside ze aircraft.
Sound of metal tearing, rush of air.
F: Sacre bleu! zere goes the flight attendant.
C: Tabernac esti! How'll we get our cognac?
F: well i suppose we could just finish ze wine we had for lunch..."
(The girl who will be cracking jokes on her death bed found it somewhat funny. But then, it must run in the family--my 86 yo's grandfather's last words to me, when I asked him if I could get him anything was "I'd like a 64 year old blonde nurse". This was after he told me he hoped to go to hell "where all the bad girls are")