This is the story of the poor blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot.

This is the story of the poor blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot. He has a heart attack and dies. She frantically calls a May Day: May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! My pilot had a heart attack and is dead. And I don't know how to fly. Help me! Please help me! All of a sudden she hears a voice over the radio saying: The is the tower. I have received your message and I will talk you through it. I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. Now, just relax. Everything will be fine! Now give me your height and position. She says, I'm 5'4 and I'm in the front seat. O.K. says the voice from the tower. Repeat after me: Our Father. . . Who art in Heaven. . . ..