"Good morning, children," the headmaster announced from the front of the hall.
"Good morning, Mr Fraser," the children replied, in an eerie, united monotone.
The headmaster began talking about the week ahead and various school activities, but two rows from the back of the hall there was a situation developing.
"Have you farted?" whispered Dave.
"No!" whispered Barry.
There was an awful smell and it smelled like a fart. Everyone in that area of the hall looked around them, hoping to identify the guffing culprit.
They didn't notice their teacher who was sitting on a chair next to their row. He had passed away quite quietly during one of the hymns and had evacuated himself for everyone's olfactory pleasure.
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