A woman flying from Singapore to New Zealand sat beside her dead boyfriend’s body for nine hours after he choked to death on his in-flight meal. “One minute we were sitting next to each other kissing, holding hands, and the next minute he was choking,” says Vanessa Preechakul. A doctor and two nurses attempted to assist him but could not revive him. Flight attendants then moved the body to the crew rest area, and Preechakul asked to sit with it for the remainder of the flight. — dailybeast.com
Seeing the headline, my first thought was, “Damn! You start chewing on airplane wings, you better watch out for the bones!”
I have my doubts. I’ve eaten many bad airplane meals in my life, and the worst thing I ever experienced was bloody squirts and shit-spraying wet farts. It’s one reason US Air won’t let me book flights any more. Years ago, in an email, they referred to me as a “Defecation Terrorist.” Like it’s MY fault their food was poison, the flight was long, and the toilet was too small to contain my sore, bony ass. Anyway.
Then again, how many airplanes still serve in-flight meals? There’s nothing here that confirms the airline had anything to do with this. The poor bastard choked to death on whatever he was eating, which could just as easily have been a Rooburger his girl friend picked up at the airport and fed him for lunch.
Hey, having been through menopause myself, I know something about women. It’s pretty clear to me that this one posioned her boyfriend with tasty (if tainted) puppy treats, and insisted on sitting next to his ruined corpse to ensure he was actually as dead as she planned. There’s not enough information in the news article to deduce a motive, but I suspect we’ll see a bigger story as days go by.
Death by airplane food? Uh-huh. Nice try. Cherchez la femme, not the peanuts.