'Dear Dr. Remore, know that I love you and would do anything to have you.' My gosh! " Your not-so-secret admirer, Erika Ford." Oh, wait. " P.S.Enclosed, please find 14 of my eyelashes."
She enjoyed it heartily and found the applause of her boys more satisfying than any praise of the world, for now she told no stories except to her flock of enthusiastic believers and admirers.
In an atomised age, in which the default tone is abrasive, a beloved figure's death is a chance to share benign feelings and memories with fellow admirers.