"They came a week after you lost consciousness, the moment they spotted our crashed plane" my emaciated wife explained as I squinted at the bright lights.

I'd be happy to sacrifice a leg to save my wife. Save her and several other people? Win. She obviously wasn't feasting needlessly.

Reminds me of Survivor Type by Stephen King. Different ending, and even he said "[it] goes a little bit too far, even for me".