YouTuber stages his own death to get a refund from airline
Fosh undertook the elaborate scheme out of 'pettiness' and 'principle' after discovering the airline only offered cash refunds to deceased passengers.
He travelled to Seborga, a self-proclaimed principality in Italy, where Princess Nina Menegatto provided a special, one-off death certificate for entertainment purposes.
After holding a mock funeral and submitting the documentation, the airline agreed to process his refund application.
Fosh's lawyer advised him against claiming the money, deeming the act 'fraudulent,' leading Fosh to abandon the claim and warn viewers not to replicate the stunt.
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