clear off the plane.
And you thought the food was bad and the flight attendants looked like sumo wrestlers.
http://www.cnn.com/2003/WORLD/africa/05/09/plane.deaths/index.html
This gives new meaning to the Mile High Club, and a good reason to sit up front belted in.
Morbid humor from CNN.
I wonder what sort of expression I would have under those circumstances?

It happens often. People who land in very soft terrain - not water - such as bogs and recently tilled fields or at best haystacks, survive.

Imagine that, banging away doggie style in coach seats 134D&E.. Suddenly a woosh and cold air. You are, within seconds, inside a haystack, in the darkness, without a map.
Of course you continue, perhaps endlessly, and fall asleep, after making silly noises - Oh Jesus!!

You wake up at sunrise. Your clothes are on the plane in Cairo.
You are in an agricultural settlement of Uganda that grows melons and specializes in broiled fundamentalist missionaries. You landed on some big very ripe melons and survived, tumbled over, and continued in a drunken stupor.

Suddenly you are breakfast, mistaken for a Baptist.
An ala carte Baptist at that.