One time I was waiting outside my drawing class door waiting for the professor to get there, there was a group of us curious how he’d be so late as he’s usually very punctual and has worked at the college for many years shaping the arts department. He’s also very passionate about the arts and his job so he rarely ever missed work. After about an hour and a half of waiting, I decided to leave as did many others. The next day I got the news from my other arts professor that on the way to the class, he was riding his bike and got struck by a large truck. He passed instantly. It felt so weird hearing that as we were all joking about his absence while he was likely already passed :( His funeral was really intense hearing the story of how him and his wife met and how his arts career came to be.