When you cough up the big bucks and/or miles to sit in the fancy sections, the airline already has given you a whole lot more: elbow room, butt room, knee room, and a real glass for your orange juice. And yes, at times I like it that way, too.
But it never ceases to amaze me at the sense of entitlement that goes along with it. Somebody dies on a flight, and they just don't want to be bothered.
Next thing they'll have to install separate air systems so the toffs don't have to breathe the same air as the rest of us.