Ralph was an excellent teacher. The students loved him. They always passed everything with great success. The school staff loved him as well.
No one knew much about his personal life. He was rather quiet. Almost a little too reclusive, but pleasant. Funny at times; but, yes, he liked his own space. Mind you, everyone knew where he lived, and occasionally other staff members would descend upon his house for a little conviviality after school finished on a Friday.
And then he died. Rather suddenly. It seemed there was no one to organize the funeral. There was no family to contact.
Other teachers decided to organize the function. They needed a photo of him for the memorial brochure. They looked on his computer for one.
And…
… my goodness me.
Oh my God…
Oh my God…