God, I hate this, God! Why the hell did you have to take him now? Damn you, God, if that's even possible... I know, I know he was old- but he wasnt that old, and he was so... Damnit, God, he was a REAL teacher. He cared about what he told us and he cared about US. No other teacher really and truly and honestly cared about us like he did- we werent just students, we were friends, people he cared about... I liked him, like I've never liked any teacher at that goddamned school. And we were asses- mouthing off and not paying attention, even when we knew he was sick and... Oh, shit, Mr. Leiser! How could you? You were supposed to stick around to teach Isaac and Ogremere and show them what you showed me- that not all teachers are in it for the pay check or the public appearance. I mean, Jesus, he was sick and DYING and he stuck around to teach us. Screw fucking Mr. B, he was a thousand times better. Goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit... Mr. Leiser, I'm going to miss you, and I'm going to tell my kids about you, and I'm going to try and use what I learned from you- about self sacrifice and dedication to kids that goes beyond trying to change them, the simple act of liking them as they are. Please, while your up there in wherever, give my love to Sasquatch, yeah? And tell Nessy and the aliens that I always believed in them- and you. Everytime I see frozen peas I'll think about you and your crazy treks through the mountains. 

Your students loved you- all your students, whether they showed it or not.
Oh- and dont rest to much in heaven- even the angels need to be taught the laws of physics, yeah?