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The next morning, while I was stilling pondering the problem of copycat suicide and the Sorrow of the Young Werther, my friend KY announced a shocking news in the Facebook.

Mr. Gary Yang, an old classmate of us, died rather suddenly last month.

I shall not describe his career or achievements here. We were, at best, remote acquaintance, and, after reading KY’s message, it actually took me quite a while before I could recollect who he was.

But Gary was a remarkable person. We were admitted to the medical school in the mid-1980s via the Provisional Admitting Scheme. After one year of preparatory study, however, Gary decided that medicine was not his cup of tea. He withdrew, and was transferred to the School of Business.

You could imagine the pressure and resistance he faced in those days.

Alas, by any standard he made the right choice. He graduated, worked in the field of finance, and became the director of a famous European Bank.

Gary is survived by his wife Connie and his ten-year-old son Owen.

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嗟吹箎而無聲兮，悟鶺鴒之抱痛。
傷嵇氏之幼男兮，唯安仁能作誄。

《壬辰季春太宰塗鴉以輓》