I am following this story and I have to say, I sniff an ugly, classist stench of people implying that, as people in the vessel are basically wealthy, they deserve their destiny for taking such a stupid risk.
Throughout History, progress has relied in innovators, travellers and people of "crazy" ideas who were ready to put themselves at risk to follow them through. These people came from all socioeconomic strata of society. Some people put their lives at risk by trying to challenge themselves climbing a mountain (I do!). Others leave friends and family behind to discover new horizons. others jump on an extremely unseaworthy boat to try to reach the promised land of a country to have a better life for themselves and their children. Others visit amazing but dangerous places (such as active volcanoes, or deserts, or frigid cold places like Antarctica). Others spend their wealth risk their lives and integrity in missions that seem crazy to others.
Yes, they may perish in their adventure. But they may not, and hence live a life of wonder and excitement. The alternative is to never take any risks and live a life of vicariously living through others. i know which side I am on.
If I had that kind of money, I may be one who jumps in the Titanic submarine, or on a spaceship to the International Space Station. As things go, I have to be content with exploring my backward and trying to challenge myself to get higher, further and to more beautiful places. I do take all precautions (I am well trained, carry all my gear and a PLB), but eventually we can all get unlucky. I can fall of a high rock and kill myself. Or, you know, any of the comfy ones who criticise these guys can get run over by a car tomorrow while you cross the street. Do you think not doint great things in life protects yopu against an early death?
All choices are respectable, but what I do know is, the day I die I'd much rather leave an exciting life behind. Even if that means I leave this world in an imploding submarine caught on a sticking piece of the Titanic's bow. What a bloody amazing way to go! You guys can live to a hundred in a rest home telling the other residents about what you had for breakfast that morning, if you even remember that.