Nothing like a transatlantic flight to get you serene. You'll answer all those emails from this window seat! You'll read so many longreads! Everything's coming up you. And then the joker ticketed for the aisle seat next to you plops down, wraps a blanket about their shoulders, pops a handful of Ambien, and dies. They won't move until you hit Heathrow. You're trapped. Have fun pissing your pants when you discover that you can't navigate around the corpse in the next seat.