...left with a simple epitaph

What do you think about a man, twenty six years old, who loves superman, who thinks he is a god, and who died? No one seems to think highly of just another ordinary man who teaches english up in the high lands. He is no god, that's for sure. He died.

But look at what he has achieved. He has become one of the favorite teachers. He was especially most adorable and admirable. Is he not supposed to honored? for his idealisms, for his knowledge, for his share in making great students greater? Is he not a place for a pride to reside? Is he not the one everyone wish to be? an inspiration?

But he is dead. And that's all that there is.

Is he not the one that put many students to detentions? Is he not the one who made all students suffer with assignments? Is he not the one who constantly flirt with his own students? Is he not a smart-ass who thought he'd figured it all out? Is he not the one who thought he is a god, a superman, an all-knowing, all-wise teacher but who is none of it? Is he not that impolite, lunatic guy who, once in a while, sing, and pass our house in the morning this way and that way in the afternoon?

But he is dead. And that's all that there is.

The good and the bad collide. Some are kept secret, untold; Some are put in high places, upheld, honored, shared.

But he is dead. And that's all that there is.

A companion for death, left with a simple epitaph,

HERE LIES AN UNFORGETTABLE NOBODY.