Is it dead yet?

Some say print has passed on. That it's no more. That it has ceased to be. Expired and gone to meet its maker. That it's bereft of life, and rests in peace. That it's pushing up the daisies. Its metabolic processes are now history. Its kicked the bucket, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible.

I don't agree.

But some do.