In the interest of making sure no one has any unlicensed fun on this site, most of those who died were on the lower decks. I could and maybe should just keep scrolling, but it bugged me, thinking about making fun of the sorts of people who had been so used to being ordered around that a lot of them just stood around in the mapless, labyrinthian hallways with all their stuff, waiting for directions that weren’t coming, or who formed prayer circles that were never going to work, just because they happened to die on the rich people ship.