A freelance cameraman who earned his nickname Fast Eddy by often arriving at the scene of accident before the police and TV crime reporters. A lot of his material was used on the TV by CBC. The rest – hundreds of hours’ worth of tape that he didn’t manage to sell – is piled up in the rooms and the cellar at Eddy’s penthouse in downtown Toronto.

Can you sell old news?  What does old Ed remember and what do his old film reels say about himself? When do one’s own preparations for death come to an end and when do you change into a ward, a potted plant, a piece of furniture?