Thinking about Alan Hale misreciting 'Casabianca'.

"There came a burst of thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–"

Thinking about the perils of editing a high school literary magazine:

".........a crash that killed this friend of mine............
.......only burning pieces were left behind........"

Ai ai ai.

Anyway, back up on deck, surveying the damage, some of those innocent bodies might make nice conceptual art.

Just monstrous.