It's in the PI - final days now a movie

Of course we now know there was no repreive for the PI but I thought I'd repost the eulogy I'd written for that paper. I do this as a way of suggestion towards a possible fate of that magnificent globe.
Here it is-
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Eulogy for the PI
Is there no last minute reprieve? After getting this publication delivered for the past twenty four years, I'm saddened. I think I'll hang in there for the last scoop. I wouldn't think of abandoning a dying friend who was good enough to share my morning meals and who showed up at my door faithfully with the news day after day.
If the paper goes down then they ought to sink that globe in the middle of Puget Sound and let it sit alongside some ancient cedar snag.
Let it nestle amongst the bones and artifacts of those who have gone before.
Let it become sanctuary for octupus and sea life.
Place it upright.
Give it some final pride.
In our brave, and new, and disposable,(see "right to die") world, it's hard to imagine the ancients looking down, wondering towards our next move. If you believe in anything then you must believe that all that we do with our time on earth cannot be for naught. A newspaper isn't just a paycheck for those who work there. There's the soul of human thought contained within those pages.
So please, for the sake of the Emmett Watson's, and the Ivar Haglund's, and the Denny's, and the Boren's, and the Bullitt's and old Jim Svien, and for all those fish that were cleaned and wrapped within the PI's pages, let's have the decency to give our paper a little bit of viking honor.
Lets set that globe gently down beneath the waves of our beautiful Puget Sound and, oh yes, please be kind enough to have that golden raptor face us and not look away.
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