This is a gripping story, too long to post all of it here. Photos at the link.
When His Pilot Died Mid-Flight, Wyoming Attorney General Had To Take The Controls

Wyoming Attorney General James “Jim” Barrett was flying to a conference in Riverton in 1969 when his pilot died mid-flight. Not a pilot himself, Barrett had to take the controls. He buzzed Rawlins at 230 mph, crash-landed the plane and survived.

…How the miracle unfolded began Dec. 4 with the plane climbing to cruising altitude and then doing 200 knots (230 mph) as the nose pointed northwest toward Riverton over the Laramie area. Pilot and passenger chatted about family and made other small talk until they approached the high mountain terrain.

Above Bairoil, Barrett recalled looking out at snowcapped mountains to the north.

All of a sudden, the plane lurched upward and Barrett saw his pilot looking out the window toward the left wing. 

The plane lurched again.

“So, I called out, ‘George, are you OK?’” Barrett recalled. “No response. I called out a couple of other times, no response. So, I reached over, and I took his shoulders to turn his head around and his face was as white as a sheet, perspiration was on him, his eyes were glazy.”

Attempts to wipe the pilot’s face with a handkerchief, then a massage of his chest, proved fruitless. 

The pilot’s left hand was still on the yoke of the aircraft, and his right arm and hand fell limp at his side. Barrett thought Kealey was experiencing a heart attack.

Instead, he would learn later that a cerebral hemorrhage was in the process of draining Kealey’s life away.

In an article for The Denver Post’s Sunday Empire Magazine on Dec. 5, 1976, Barrett wrote that he believed the pilot tried to speak but could not.

As he looked out the cockpit window, Barrett could see mountains ahead and, while the plane was higher than those peaks at the moment, Barrett quickly understood that he needed to make a decision.

“I knew so little about that airplane, I think I probably was just petrified right then. I couldn’t believe what was happening,” he told Junge. “I picked up the radio, and I called out and said, ‘This is Jim Barrett and George Kealey has had a heart attack, and he can’t fly the airplane, I don’t know how to fly it. Will somebody help me?’”

So began an ordeal that he and his family believed was nothing less than a miracle for a man who had stormed Omaha Beach in June 1944 and had found himself behind enemy German lines during the Battle of Bulge as a U.S. Army corporal at the end of 1944 and early 1945.

Not Mechanically Inclined…