But . . . This diatribe is the fruit of frustration - my frustration with what I see happening today that deeply affects the entire industry I chose as my lifelong profession, deathcare.
Frustration stems from seeing an occurrence and being unable to do anything about it except moan.
Sitting at this terminal is my answer to a primal scream, a release that I hope will cut down on my antacid consumption and fend off an encroaching duodenal ulcer. At the top of my list of atrocities is the butchering of the stock shares of the public deathcare companies that began in January. Equity values have been sliced and diced, resulting in holdings being worth a fraction today of what they had been a year ago when deathcare was the fair-haired child of Wall Street. Sure, we had the Loewen debacle, but, we all understand what happened and it could have remained isolated. In fact, it did - right up until Service Corp. announced that it would not be meeting projected earnings due to a fall in the death rate.