Death On A Plane
I was flying back to the states from Japan. The flight in itself was already a really long one. My family and I were seated at the very back of the plane — couldn’t get any closer to the back row than that as far as seats went.
Anyways, halfway through the 9-10 hour flight, a couple rows ahead of us, we just hear this poor woman frantically screaming in another language — I believe it was Mandarin or something along those lines. I think she was screaming a name or a cry for help.
I believe it was her husband, since he was unconscious and wasn’t responding. The flight attendants came by, and they managed to find a doctor who was on the plane. They dragged his body toward the back of the plane and found he didn’t even have a pulse.
They were applying CPR to him literally right next to my sister who was sitting on the other side of the aisle from me. They kept trying but nothing worked. He passed away from heart failure; according to the people with the gentleman, he had many health issues.
After they stopped, the flight attendants asked my family and I if we could move seats. They had move him somewhere until we landed. They planned on putting him in one of the bathrooms and sealing it off for the remainder of the flight, but their regulations didn’t seem to allow that.
So instead, we moved and took the seats of the family of the deceased. They ended up buckling him into my seat, and I ended up sitting where he had been. So for the remainder of the flight, there I was, sitting in the seat of a man who had just passed away. While he was buckled into the seat I was previously in.
It was a really strange feeling, not comforting at all. Because of our positioning, turning the plane around wouldn’t have mattered. We were hours from anywhere we could get medical help.
It’s frightening to be in a situation where you know no aid is coming. I hope the family found some peace. Story credit: Reddit / (wthman32)