When he was being taken out of court and into prison, his good friend and [possible] lover, Robbie Ross, waited in the rain for hours simply to lift his hat to him.
His grave is in the cemetery at Pere Lachaise in Paris. Originally it had a sculpture of a man with an erect penis but the gardener at the graveyard was so offended by it that he snapped it off.
Whilst he was in gaol he wrote letter after letter to Bosie (Lord Alfred Douglas) on the single sheets of paper to which he was entitled one at a time. Bosie intended to publish these and Wilde's friends, including Ross, rushed off to America to get the letters published first in order to maintain the copyright. They succeeded but the publications were full of errors and kept under lock and key until the [I believe] 1960s, when they were finally published.
I used to run an after school club for the gifted and talented and we discussed the concept that 'Life Imitates Art'. Why not ask your pupils to discuss it? You probably know this, but the theory (from 'The Decay of Lying') suggests that life only recognises phenomena once Art has seen it (he makes specific reference to Turner and the fogs of London - none of which were seen as beautiful or even seen until he painted them).
Hope this helps.
I love Wilde.
Source(s):
De Profundis - Essay by Wilde written in Reading Gaol and published with a collection of other stories and essays.
Visit to Pere Lachaise cemetery.
My degree specialising in Decadent Fiction.