I’ve been debating whether to write this blog entry as death is one of those strange topics. But the custom of notifying local people that someone has died by stapling notices up around town has had me hooked since we first got here. We all know we live in an aging population, well triple that for Pera! Seriously when our neighbours moved here with their two young girls I think it was the first young children in Pera for years. Simply by attending events, even I, manage to make the average age a little lower! So, as in all areas the only people having a boom in this recession is the undertaker! A death is announced (not by a notice in the paper as Agatha Christie announced) by posters going up around town, with the details, date of the funeral and often a photo of that person looking so young and healthy that I don’t recognise them! Funerals happen pretty quickly round here. Within a couple of days you are sleeping in your spot in the cemetery. Cremation is