That is a sad and eerie photo, thank you for sharing it with us, I don't agree that it should be deleted. If anything, it's a wake up call, reminds us of our own mortality. And it's scary.
I heard a member here mention once that the rules of flight are written in blood....a graphic expression perhaps...but also true.
I can't see the pax, but I can see the pilot...shaking head...the more i go on about it the sadder I'll get.
Anyway, I had an incident like this happen with me as well, no one died, thankfully, but no less disturbing.
I worked an internship out at the airport for a while, and got to wash the planes often. We have a small flight school out there that owns a collection of cessnas and twins and even a king air, they also charter these aircraft out to people. This internship was done through school so it was a learning experience as well as fun, and included a discovery flight or two.
4 Charlie Bravo was what we called this one plane. I can't recall the whole registration. It was the lightest, most sparsely equipped Cessna we had, and everyone loved it. Because it was so light, you could easily grab the nosewheel with both hands and lift the nose of the plane up, balancing it on it's hind gears. Came in handy when you wanted to mop the floor without having to tow the plane out.
It was comfortable too, once my little sister decided to come out and visit me at the hangar, and i gave her a tour of the place. I then sat her in the left seat for 4 Charlie Bravo and showed her how to turn on the lights, what buttons do what, how the plane is started, etc. In a sense I sort of adopted this plane...on my breaks I sometimes went out and sat in it to go over the control layout again to prepare for another discovery flight. Which I eventually got....twice. Never thought I'd grow to actually like a Cessna.
My internship ended in January of 2003.
A month or two ago, we heard about a plane crash on the news, up near the Idaho Falls area. Apparently the plane, a single engine cessna, lost control due to buildup of ice on the wings and went down in a field, completely destroying the aircraft and seriously injuring the occupants. How they managed to stay alive after that crash I'll never know. They were very lucky.
Then they showed the picture of the plane on the news. Wings broken off, front smashed in, almost unrecognizable as an aircraft. But the tail, sticking out of the ground at a 30 degree angle....ended with "4CB", Four Charile Bravo...and it was orange and white, which confirmed it. The plane that I'd had fun with for the months of my internship, learning about cessna ops, and even showing my sister how it works....lie smashed to bits in a field. And I could have been on it. I've been in that plane, alot. Who's to say that couldnt have been me on that flight, and I'd end up less fortunate than those who survived. It was just eerie, and heartbreaking. Like losing an old friend.
I posted about it on the board that evening...it resulted in a thread sort of similar to this one, of people remembering planes they'd been on that crashed.
Anyway, thought I'd share that.