The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was
trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
“Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all
grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer; she’s a lawyer, or that’s
Michael; he’s a doctor.'”
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the
teacher; she’s dead.”