Chester woke up from his nap when screams and cries echoed through the narrow spaces of the plane he's in. As if in a cue, he looked outside the window to see the engine on fire.

As the others panicked, finding ways to survive, Chester leaned back in his seat on a snugly position.

There be nothing else that he could do—if prayers won't save them—at least he'll die comfortably.

"I tried dying so many times and now that I'm trying to live, this happens," he chuckled. "Sorry, mom."

Those were his last words before everything went dark.