Needed a quiet place to write Dad's eulogy and the Twitterverse came through with the perfect recommendation -- the reading room at Douglas Library, Queen's University in Kingston. Having gone to school at universities where Mies Van Der Rohe counted as heritage architecture, I forget that not all schools were poured from a concrete truck in 1965.

What happens when an engineer, a chartered accountant, a yogi/musician and an internet guy plan a funeral for a scientist/musician/traveler/prolific photographer? A view to the Paul Tamblyn funeral command centre, where music is being mixed, multimedia shows assembled, copyrights violated, and souvenir programs finalized. 4 laptops, 3 iPhones, 1 Blackberry, 1 remote PC accessed via VPN, 5 iTunes purchases, 24Gb of photos and video. Not shown: me (the empty laptop), Bill V., (music director, responsible for wrangling live performers), Robert (facilities, logistics, printing), Brian (nicely low-key religiosity).