It s the obituaries folder.
Last month, when Prince Philip died, newsrooms around the world will have opened their own obituaries folders.
A story, likely started decades ago and gradually updated over the years, will have been printed out. Specific details will have been added - the date of the Duke of Edinburgh s death and his funeral arrangements, for example.
Broadcast reporters will have voiced the stories up, print reporters will have given it one last glance over.
And, within minutes of Buckingham Palace s announcement, stories painstakingly crafted over a period of years, in some cases involving five, maybe even 10 journalists, finally saw print.
He’d auditioned to play Valli in
Jersey Boys and without waiting to hear if he was successful or not he packed up what he could fit into a carry-all and bought a one-way train ticket from his home in Tampa, Florida, to New York City. It was a two-day train journey - “very
Some Like It Hot”. “On my way back from the restroom a woman stopped me. “Right off the bat you could tell she has this eccentric, out-there energy, like she was going to read my palm. I’m so resistant to that kind of stuff. I’m a Cancer, I’m like, I don’t need my palm read, lady, but she took my hand, she put a dollar bill in it, and she said to me: ‘I want you to know that something very special is going to happen to you. Your life is about to change’.”