I told this here before, but two old high school friends (who I rarely hear from) both called or texted me condolences when Eddie died.
Similar thing happened to me when Bach died.
Via letters I got a couple of months later.
Hey, they didn't have the Pony Express in Silesia in 1750. Air Mail was a guy with a cranky pigeon. The pigeon only flew when the pigeon felt like flying. Which wasn't often.
They tried a parrot, but people got tired of hearing news delivered like, "Rawk, Your mom died, Rawk!"
The town crier was depressed, which was why he was...yeah, the town crier.
Also, mail delivery was slow because they only had one dude who could read the names and addresses, and he was out sick with the pox for three weeks. Not that the mail is much faster now, but supposedly there's a literacy test to work for the USPS. Ya wouldn't know it by the mail I get addressed to other people.
But enough complaining, it's time to go practice harpsichord.