Perhaps the worst/best part is they were all buds...and intertwined with their families, too.
Pilot reported electrical problems.
Passenger said they ran out of fuel.
Picture of plane crash is remarkably devoid of any signs of fire.
1972 Andes flight disaster
Of the 27 who were alive a few days after the accident, another eight were killed by an avalanche that swept over their shelter in the wreckage. The last 16 survivors were rescued on 23 December 1972, more than two months after the crash.
The survivors had little food and no source of heat in the harsh conditions at over 3,600 metres (11,800 ft) altitude. Faced with starvation and radio news reports that the search for them had been abandoned, the survivors fed on the bodies of dead passengers that had been preserved in the snow. Rescuers did not learn of the survivors until 72 days after the crash...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1972_Andes_flight_disaster
I don’t like flying and don’t intend to do it any more if
I can help it. I’ll drive & if I can’t drive it; I won’t go.
I know. A car can wreck; it’s just that a plane crash
generally kills a large number & you don’t know where it is
going to crash.
Last place we flew was a trip to New York. Seeing the
buildings piled on top of each other depressed me & most
on the streets looked rather jaded from living all piled up
on each other. Plus, we had a lot of turbulence on the
flight. Seems like I always had “situations” when I flew
ANYWHERE! Once I flew back from Texas with a drunk falling
asleep on my shoulder during a very “iffy” flight with all
sorts of cringeworthy events, some having us de-plane &
listening to a bunch of banging & clanging “repairs” while
still on the plane. Made us late for a connector flight
at another airport on the way back home.
19 of the 22 players on the airplane died. Team is gone. RIP to everybody lost in the crash.
Ran out of fuel?
Words fail. RIP