I've often pondered the question: If I were part of the Donner Party, would I consume the flesh of my dead companions to survive? There's no way to answer that, really, since no one could possibly know until they're in that situation.
The instinct for survival is pretty strong. I think I would tell my companions, "If I die, chow down! Survive! I'll be dead, I don't care. Have at me! Put me on a spit, have a nice party, sing songs, dance around...I'm good with that."
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