Let's play a game called: Fatties in the Apocalypse! I'm sure most of you have heard by now a fatty claim that their (grossly excess) body-fat would better suit them to survive an apocalypse. Well we all know better, but let's break that shit down, shall we? Let's say an actual apocalypse goes down. Something where society stops functioning and for a while, it's total anarchy. Who would be the first group to go? The super morbidly obese, of course. The ones who can't even get out of bed and rely on others (usually other, less fat people) to bring them food. The fatties taking care of them would selfishly run for their lives. So these bed-ridden manatees would be completely unable to provide for themselves and would quickly die from lack of water. Not a pretty way to go.  But the fatties will claim that they are not "super morbidly obese!" that they can move around for themselves thank you very much! So who would be the next to go, the "regular" morbidly obese. The ones who rely on scooty-poofs and other machines to get around. Sure they'll claim they only need them for long, grueling travel distances (anything over 100 yards...). Who are hooked up to oxygen tanks and can barely make it up and down stairs. Once their machines and their tanks stop working, they're done for.  Oh, cries the fatty, but I'm not like that! I don't need a scooty-poof! Oh yeah, well the next to go are the obese. How many pills do you take a day to stay alive, fatty? Oh, what's that? What are you gonna do when those pills run out? Your diabetes and your blood pressure and your terrible joints are all going to flair up. Good luck surviving then. Even if an obese person doesn't take a plethora of life-saving pills every day, how long do they think their ankles and knees are going to hold up in a situation where you have to be on the move, where you have to sometimes quickly move or traverse difficult terrain? Not long. So much for your body-fat keeping you from starving to death. You'll all be dead long before that can even be a factor. The shitlords of the world will dance circles around you, grabbing all the food and supplies while you huff and puff and shamble around with a puffy confused look on your sweaty face.