Yep, at least there’s the solace of knowing that the moment from “something’s wrong” to crunch went by so fast that the passengers probably didn’t even hear so much as a strained groan from the frame before they were all canned person paste.
Just imagine being that kid, one minute you’re sitting nervous on a sub because your dad begged you into coming, and the next you blink twice and are suddenly yelling at him for being a moron in the afterlife with little more than a sudden change in scenery to clue you in to what just happened.
Do you make a habit of reminding kids about air friction coefficients on flying sleds circling the planet in a single night when they muse about what Santa’s getting them this year?