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The school children at Etz Chaim Elementary had all been photographed and their teacher Mrs. Feinstein was trying to convince them to buy a copy of their class picture.
"Just think," Mrs. Feinstein said, "how nice it will be to look at when you are all grown up and you can say, 'There's Miriam, she's a lawyer' or 'There's David, he's a doctor.'"
A small voice piped up at the back of the room: "And there's Mrs. Feinstein, she's dead."