[ WP ] After a long and exciting life , Mrs. Frizzle has died . Her long-ago students meet at her funeral - for the first time in a while - to reminisce about their experiences with her and how it 's shaped them .

The funeral ended many hours ago. The bar was closing in 2. 
 
 Around a table, a group of old friends sat. Toast after toast had been echoing forth from it for hours now. The chatter seemed to have been endless since they all arrived. 
 
 Then, a moment of silence. Soon broken. 
 
 `` So hands up if you fucked her?'' said Arnold. 
 
 All hands go up. 
 
 `` Missionary?'' 
 
 Most males remain. 
 
 `` Cowgirl?'' 
 
 Some of the girls join in. 
 
 `` Ate her cunt?'' 
 
 A few male hands, mostly female though. 
 
 `` Ate her ass?'' 
 
 Only Keesha and Carlos, they high-five. 
 
 `` Anal?'' 
 
 Again, almost all hands. 
 
 `` Got oral?'' 
 
 Everyone has their hand up. 
 
 `` Threesome with Susan and Jamal? Oh, guess only me then. Fucked in the bus?'' 
 
 Everyone. 
 
 `` Fucked on the bus?'' 
 
 Ditto. 
 
 `` Anyone get that sweet bus to give you some head?'' Said Wanda, grinning ear to ear when no other hand was raised. 
 
 `` And did Frizzle insist on having Liz watch whenever it was your first time?'' 
 
 Again, every hand. 
 
 `` Wow'' said Carlos. When I look back, Mrs Frizzle really did teach us everything we knew about life.'' 
 
 `` It was the best schooling ever'' said Wanda. 
 
 `` Fucking oath'' said Dorothy. 
 
 `` No shit'' said Ralphie. 
 
 `` I'm vegan'' said Phoebe. 
 
 `` She really did prepare us well'' said Tim. `` Anyway, I got ta get going, got a lot of cumshots to do tomorrow.'' 
 
 `` See you on set Tim'' said Keesha. 
 
 `` Catch ya tomorrow'' said Arnold. `` What a fucking woman hey guys. To Mrs Frizzle, best whore in the galaxy!''
