The utopia of the NRA:
Sorry young Sam, it seems your Mom was just shot dead. She arrived to pick you up five minutes earlier than usual, and when the janitor saw her go for her mobile phone, he had to think fast. Her body's in the school morgue.
Try not to cry. It's a small price to pay for being safe.
Incidentally, keep your S&W handy when Bobby is around. He's didn't do well in his last test, and his temper is short. Don't hesitate to take him out if you think he's a danger.
Or if, you know, you just don't like him. You can always say he was starting to draw.