Bye, I hope you die tonight

One afternoon, at my old job with an alternative school, I was walking a student to the bus.  He was so mad, because another teacher would not agree that he was better than everyone in the entire world (no joke), that he stomped his way out the door with me at his side.  I hopped, spun, frolicked and skipped, trying everything I could to cheer him up before putting him onto the bus.  Nothing worked.
We finally get to his bus, the last in the row, and he was still grumbling.  I stood on the sidewalk while he stepped up the stairs.  I saw a look in his eye and a flap in his hands that told me he was going to say something unkind in a very loud manner to the bus driver.  So, in an effort to prevent yet another outburst on the bus I yelled to him in an overly cheery tone, "Bye, I hope you have a great night!".  From the second step he stopped and turned to me;  with a half smirk half glare he yelled back, "Bye, I hope you die tonight!".  He turned back and boarded the bus.  Quietly.  I buckled in laughter as this one phrase perfectly described how outrageously fantastic this student was, how much he brightened my heart and taught me how to laugh at almost everything.