What's for dinner?

For homework we had to read the Suvivors of the F227 article. The story talks about a rugby team from Uruguay that was on a flight. The weather wasn't too great but the pilots persisted. Unfortunately, the plane crashed and many of the passengers died. The others were left to struggle for survival in very harsh winter conditions. With very little food and shelter, all the survivors could do was hope. When they found out that the search for them had been called off, they didn't know what to do. They saw dead bodies lying around in the snow, being preserved, and knew what had to be done. They had to eat their friends and family to survive. Many people in class said this story grossed them out. For some reason, I didn't have the same reaction. As terrible as it may seem, the people did what they needed to do to survive. Like the article said, this is no different than recieving a heart or kidney transplant; the dead sustained the living. It's hard to comment on such a serious situtation when I myself was not in the place of those people. But I can say rather confidently that I would have done the exact same thing. Does that make me a bad person? Should I be stigmatized for this? I would say no. The social construction of reality says that different rules apply to different societies. Up on that mountain, the game was completely different. The survivors had no choice but to eat the other's remains if they wanted to survive. You gotta do what you gotta do. And I definitely feel that these people by played the correct rules for the situation they were in.