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If you spent your holiday break consuming season after season of Black Mirror, you might be celebrating major airlines phasing out seat-back screens. The last thing we need is another portal to existential dread, hell, or terrible movies not worth seeing in theaters. For some passengers, however, those smudgy little screens hold life and death information.

Oh Stephen, we hate to tell you this, since you just nabbed COTD and all, but no matter where you are, if your plane plummets from 30,000 feet to the cruel, unforgiving ground below you are probably fucked. But whatever you need to get through a flight, I’ll support it. Now that the screens are going away, might I suggest gritting your teeth and double fisting those mini $9.00 bottles of Jack Daniels? Works for me.