Obituaries are changing thanks to New Media
Did not see my name on Facebook so I must not be dead (hopefully) Stephen Weir I grew up in a small Ontario town surrounded by forests and a lake. The town had one Main Street with the only street light (I think they have four now) in front of the post office. Right next to the PO's clock tower was the town's weekly newspaper. the Renfrew Mercury. Since it only published on Thursdays, a lot of news didn't make it into Thursday's edition, most notably death notices. Because someone might die on a Friday and be buried on Tuesday, no obituary would be printed, and people in town might miss the funeral (and that was always a big deal). So what the paper did was to stick up obituary notices in the front window so that on your way to the post office, you could check who had died and when the funeral and burial would take place. The lads (what male seniors were called) would gather in front of the window at 10 am to watch Norm, the editor, stick a written notice out towards t