Castle, I love you. You are my mind-candy program, my show I watch when I do not want to do any thinking whatsoever. You are generally thoughtless, pointless, and filled with Very Large Plot Holes, Conveniences, and Things Actual Pathologists Cannot Do, but I love you anyway.
But.
People who nearly freeze to death do not emerge from their frozen condition with perfect skin. Trust me on this one (she says, taking a moment to look sadly at two toes that were never the same after a certain incident of Not Thinking that we shall not get into because it is neither an inspiring nor flattering story). Also, people who are nearly freezing to death do not position themselves to make the camera happy or leave their hands exposed. Instead, they move together chest to chest, insert hands under armpits, and yes, drag the plastic sheeting off the corpse and over themselves to maintain the warmth. I know you think that I am just a silly Florida person, but I actually do remember these sorts of things. In fact remembering these sorts of things is one reason I live in Florida.
On a related note, Castle, nobody just reaches and pulls out wires from a bomb like that. That's just silly.
Ok, carry on! I'm sure our fierce and totally superficial love will continue despite this.