Disheartened at not being able to hunt for protein or fend for themselves, most people lost in the wild apparently don't die of hunger or thirst.
Instead, it's thought we perish due to the shame brought on by our inadequacies.
Let's hope none of us will ever be enlightened as to the veracity of this theory. However, for the four days of Easter Weekend it sums us up nicely.
That is, the annual spectre of a community terrorised when our life-giving CBDs close.
Come Good Friday Eve, the supermarkets resemble an Armageddon movie where citizens stock up on weeks' worth of supplies. Cars jostle for parks while swollen shopping trolleys throng the aisles.