It would have to be a cenotaph.
One thing’s for sure: he won’t be buried in Grant’s Tomb.
Or the Tomb of the Unknown Submariner.
It also conflicts with Oceangate’s claim that they lost contact with the sub 1.75 hours into the descent. The latter implies that:
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the descent was taking the usual amount of time, and
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the surface vessel was in contact with the sub for the first 1.75 hours.
Also, descending to crush depth in the space of a minute or two, as the “Spanish submarine expert” claims happened, would require a descent velocity of 60-120 MPH. I doubt it would descend that fast even if you completely filled the passenger compartment with water.
We’re talking about a company that gave a go for a dive after the divers noticed something was amiss with a thruster.
Nobody is buried in Grant’s tomb. Fact.
Technically. Colloquially, Grant and his wife are ‘buried’ there.
As to Titan’s occupants, I think we would say they are ‘lost at sea’. Since the wreckage was found, would they now be considered ‘buried’ at sea? Or does that require the remains to be recovered and then put back into the water?
I think “recovery” isn’t required, at least if the definition of warship wrecks as protected graves has any applicability.
So, a SovCit’s dream nighmare, then. Is there fringe on the flag?
I enlisted under the Advanced Electronics Program and could have wound up in any of a number of ratings, some of which were on subs. My psychological screening consisted of the question, “Do you feel anxious in an enclosed space?”
I wound up as a Cryptologic Technician (Maintenance) on direction-finding gear so wasn’t even on a ship, never mind a boat so I hope before things went too far down one of the other paths the screening got more serious than my opinion.
I always heard that there would be some sort of psychological screening before I was assigned to a submarine, but it never happened.
In any event, my biggest problem with life on a submarine was not enclosed spaces or being underwater, but the rotating shift work and lack of sleep.
You get that even when not underwater, at least that was my experience. We did get 80 or 56 hours off in between ‘strings’ though. A good bit of that was catching up on sleep.
I’m aware of the word-parsing nature of the riddle. Who’s buried at Grant’s Tomb? Arguably Mr. and Mrs. Grant; arguably no one. But one thing is for certain (riffing off the earlier tombstone vs. cenotaph exchange): it definitely is not and will not be Stockton Rush (because he won’t be buried anywhere).
I’m not sure how a SovCit would react to being in a British court with UK flags, wigs, and all the rest. Wiki suggest the SovCit movement is gathering steam in the UK, but appears to me to be pretty nascent. Seems they don’t do hard-core wacko quite as well as USAians.
I’m gonna suggest he’s already buried not quite everywhere, but his debris cloud is slowly spreading across the “seven seas” and the muddy bottom thereof.
Here, there, I think that’s some hair, and I know that the parts will go on…
My dad said it was incorporated into the general physical and all that stuff and that portion involved sitting on benches (presumably not Group W) and waiting outside an office. One by one they would enter sit down and visit with a shrink. He would look over their file/packet and ask “Do you like girls?” and that was the end of it.
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
Wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
Guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL, " and
He started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
Yelling, “KILL, KILL.” And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
Sent me down the hall, said, “You’re our boy.”
I didn’t get nothin’! I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage.
Kid, have you rehabilitated yourself?