There was a dark side to this man that not many seem to know about. He tormented and emotionally abused me mercilessly at St George school. The wost was the public body shaming and humiliation. He even allowed another student to hit me, and encouraged others to point and laugh. I was eleven at the time, he was in his thirties or forties. To this day I suffer from PTSD and require therapy. I'm not happy he's dead. I'd love to ask him, why. What was he thinking? Does he feel any remorse for, as a grown adult, doing irreparable damage to a child?