Well, shit.

Do y'all remember in my first week at law school, I was utterly charmed by one of my tutors? (Seeing as he was part of a weird lovely lawyer double act, I called him Mens Rea, to go with Actus Reus.) He would quite likely have been my dissertation supervisor, too, and been eminently qualified to do so, what with having every legal anecdote in the world at his fingertips, and been a charming, erudite and intellectual human in the bargain.

Well. He died yesterday. Shit. Buggering fuck.