Long live the Kinger

I didn't know Mike King played for the Leafs...

The story

Mike King, a business reporter for The Gazette, died early Sunday after suffering a brain aneurysm on Friday night. He was 51.

The meta story

Mike King

The first email came in at 10:56am Saturday morning: “please call me,” read the subject line from business editor Bryan Demchinsky. The body explained briefly what happened: Mike King had a brain aneurysm and wasn’t expected to survive.

‘News spread quickly, even on the weekend. By the time I got into the office, people were calling, emailing and otherwise communicating with each other, trying to get details.

Unfortunately, they were hard to come by. We didn’t even know what hospital he was in. People in the know were there and didn’t have cellphones. Everyone else was in the dark.

By late afternoon we got some more details: King wasn’t going to make it. He was on a respirator, his last rites had been given. All that was left was to arrange for organ donations before pulling the plug.

The obit

It’s a fact that journalists care more about their own than about others. We know it’s not fair, but it’s just the way it is. If a reporter dies, there’s going to be an obituary written. The only question is how long.

But there were two problems on Saturday night. First, it wasn’t clear if King would technically be dead by … you know, deadline. Second, the only reporter left in the office was a young night reporter who didn’t know King very well, and those who did know him well were hard to contact.

The obit was held for a day. It would probably be official by morning, and so the story would go into Monday’s paper. The reporter had a reprieve from one of the most uncomfortable jobs a journalist can do. Unfortunately for her, she was back on the job the next day, so she was still the one who would have to write it.

The official word came almost exactly 24 hours after the first: Mike King died on Sunday morning.

The shock

I shouldn’t have to explain what it’s like to hear that someone who had no symptoms of disease has suddenly died. I’m sure most of you have experienced that at least once. As journalists, we see it on a daily basis. We cover violent deaths, people who die in car accidents, in fires, natural disasters, homicides or just random acts of catastrophe.

And yet, it was shocking. There was no indication – zero – that King had a ticking time bomb in his head waiting to go off, even just a few hours before when he was at work. By the time symptoms showed, he was rushed to hospital, but the affected area was too deep in his brain, and the doctors couldn’t help him.

Deadline (it’s unfortunate there’s no other word for that right now) was still an issue for everyone on Saturday night, so the job went on. Pages were being edited with stories about the World Cup in sports, the Canadian Grand Prix in its own special section, and the news of the day in the small Sunday A section. Stories about King would come up, and though everyone knew him as a nice guy who liked to tell dirty jokes, none of those present knew him well enough.

Some discussions would be about sudden death in general, about the fatality rate of aneurysms, and the other stuff people become curious about in cases like this.

I didn’t know King very well myself. The best memory I have of him dates back almost five years now, to when I was an intern at the paper, and some fellow interns had gone out with him after a party and learned about the tawdry office gossip that everyone older than us already knew about. It was a fun night with a fun guy.

For some reason, I didn’t fully believe he had died until I read the obituary, which was put together on deadline Sunday by night reporter Monique Muise. She was an intern only last year, and didn’t have memories of the man beyond the times he would come up to her desk and say hi.

Writing the obituary, talking to the people close to him (including his wife), and being nervous about getting something wrong made this the hardest story she’s had to do in her brief career, she told me afterward.

I don’t doubt it. Stories like this are why I prefer copy editing to reporting.

The desk

Mike King's desk

The cubicle belonging to King looks just like any other. Papers strewn about in a mess, and lots of stuff tacked onto the little half walls: There’s pictures from his hockey teams with colleagues printouts of Aislin cartoons that reference stories he’s written, bobbleheads (including one of the Expos’ Andre Dawson), mini liquor bottles and “gray hair pills” on the ledge separating his desk from his colleagues. Headlines with the word “king” in them are pinned to the wall. A mostly empty glass of water sits beside the computer monitor.

Among the papers on the desk is a printout of a booking confirmation for a seat on a train to Windsor, Ont., on June 29.

Everything about it looks like the desk a reporter has left for the weekend and intends to come back to on Monday. But that won’t happen.

I don’t know what the procedure is. I’d like to think this is rare enough that one hasn’t been thought up. But someone will eventually have to clear this desk out. I’m glad it’s not me, and that I probably won’t be there when it happens.

The obit, again

There was some debate over how much attention to give to King’s obituary. News came up to the desk from classified on Sunday that there would be a full page left over in the obituary section, which would be perfect. King’s obit could go there, maybe even with room for other obits from wires, as are usually used to fill that extra space next to the paid obits.

Unfortunately, to make room for the Grand Prix section on the presses, the classified section had to be printed in advance, which means that page would need to be typeset by 5pm. That simply wasn’t going to happen, so the obituary page would have to be filled with a promo ad and King’s obit would go in the A section.

King's obit appears on Page A8, taking up as much room as possible

King wasn’t a star columnist (the closest thing we had to a columnist logo pic was taken back in 2001). He wasn’t going to get an obit in La Presse, Le Devoir or other local media. But this was his paper, he was part of the family, and this wasn’t going to be buried here. He’d get a long obit, and it would get pointed to from the front page.

Mike King's mug appears on the front page

Maybe Muise’s obit was too informal, too personal. There are worse times to throw objectivity out the window.

His final story

Skip ahead a few pages from his obituary and you’ll find a story by King. He’d written the Your Business feature, about an organization providing microcredit for allophone women. It was a good, interesting story. But, of course, he had no idea when he was writing it that it would be his last. A note was added to it saying so.

Online, two personal stories King wrote were taken from The Gazette’s archives and posted. One about the lost art of physical letter-writing – and a package he received that security mistook for a bomb, and the other about arranging for his mother to meet Canadiens great Jean Béliveau. The picture of that encounter is tacked to the wall of his cubicle.

Mike King, circa the dawn of time (or the 80s)

Even though to me he’s barely recognizable in this archive photo, it’s just too awesome-looking not to post.

We’ll miss ya, Kinger.

UPDATE (June 15): CBC Homerun aired an interview with King’s good friend Paul Delean, and Pat Hickey reminisces in today’s Gazette about the reporter he first met as a journalism student 32 years ago.

UPDATE (June 16): The memorial service for Mike King will be held at Saturday, June 19, 11 am at St. Jean Brebeuf Church, 7777 George St. in LaSalle. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to a favourite charity.

UPDATE (June 21): A bursary has been setup in King’s name at Concordia University.

UPDATE (Jan. 3, 2011): Muise, who wrote King’s obit for The Gazette, writes an end-of-year first-person story about what it was like.

13 thoughts on “Long live the Kinger

  1. annie

    Bang on Steve, you spell it all out for those who don’t know how this works and for those of us who unfortunately do. I am glad the decision was made to give Boom Boom La Roi the space he deserved, and I thought Monique did a great job. He was a prince and a gent and a leftie at that. He was not great on the golf course but no one made us laugh more. I still expect to see him wander down the office, or on the metro going home or in the Eaton Centre food court. I cannot believe that someone who was such a positive force has been taken from us. Mikey you are missed.

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  2. Mike Cohen

    I knew Mike for many years. He called me often at the school board when he was on the news desk. Several months ago I pitched a business story to him on behalf of a colleague I work with on a volunteer committee. He was such a professional to deal with. Mike vey much appreciated the tip and did a most thorough job on the story. In fact he called to thank me, urging me to please keep him in mind if I had other ideas. I was in such a state of shock when I read his obituary. Such a great loss! Rest in peace Mike. I hope someone creates some kind of scholarship in your memory,

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  3. An old friend and ex-Gazette colleague

    It was an incredible shock to hear of Mike’s premature death. He was dearly loved by all who knew him and we will miss him. He leaves an empty space in our hearts. Deepest sympathy to his wife and the King family. Rest in peace, Mike, it was great to know you.

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  4. An ex-colleague and friend

    Mike was the the hard-working, hard-playing guy with the permanent smile who lit up the office for myself and the rest of the gang at the Kelowna Daily Courier way back in the 1980s. He quickly made himself a stranger to none and friend to everyone. We parted ways in 1985 when I headed elsewhere, but the news of his death shocked and saddened both myself and my wife, perhaps a little harder because of the stroke I suffered two weeks ago.

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  5. ambreen

    I really appreciated Mike’s daily chats. Its been hard to be at work this week without them. He was so kind and I always felt like he had a soft spot for me. After reading Monique’s obit, I realized he had a special spot for all of us young journs. You’ll be missed Mike. Thanks for all your advice and kind words.
    This piece summed up the newsroom well Steve. Thanks for writing it.

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  6. Mike Blondie

    When I was born, I was named after him. As a kid growing up he was always there. As a young adult he was always there when I needed him. As men we saw less and less of each other. This is regrettable. The last time I saw him was a little over a year ago. He was in town (Calgary) for a hockey tournament. He looked good, fit, and healthy. I can take some comfort in the fact that at least he didn’t suffer. He didn’t grow, old, weak and sickly. He went out on top.
    He was like an older brother/ father to me as a kid. He did a damn site more for me than my own father ever did. I will always be gratefull for his help and guidance over the years. I only wish I would have told him as much when he was still alive. I’ll miss you Uncle Mike.

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    1. Mike Blondie

      I think that the adding of the award to this page was a really nice uplifting piece.(not to mention a very kind) Thank you.
      Warmest Regards,
      Mike Blondie

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  8. Mona McClelland

    I just found out today …Jan 15 2013 that Mike had passed. I told my Step Daughter, Michelle Meiklejohn, a student at Concordia University who has just applied for a summer internship at the Gazette, to look up my good friend Mike King. We had lost touch …but had many good times way back when in Kelowna BC and he was my private tour guide of Montreal when I visited in the mid 90s. Wow..what a shock. I know time has passed since he has left us BUT to me he still lives…..in my heart as well as the hearts of all of those who lives he touched! Mona

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  9. Cindy Salter

    It has been 4 plus years since Mike’s untimely death and I just found out about it today. I am feeling like it just happened and he was just snatched away. Even though the last time I saw Mike was back in 1999 when I was in Montreal at a conference and I had dinner with him and his wife Christine. I have known Mike since I was 1976 when my family travelled to Chatham where we had family. His family lived in a farming community called Paincourt which was very close by. We were fast friends and remained in contact until about 2004. Life intervenes and we all get busy. I spoke to him on the phone once in a while. To hear his crazy sense of humour and wit was always a joy in itself. He was all settled down, unlike the Mike I knew in his high school and college days. I thought of him often. It is a different world today for me, one without the comfort of knowing that Mike is in the world. Today my 30 year friendship with Mike came to an abrupt and shocking end. He was loved by so many. Rest in Peace my dear friend!
    xo Cindy

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  10. Dodie

    Today is the anniversary of Jean Beliveau’s death. It came up in my Facebook memories, along with my memory of Mike’s article about his mom meeting Beliveau. I first met Mike way back in the early 80s when he was a reporter in Kamloops, BC. I was a high school kid working my first job at the newspaper, and my dream was to be a journalist (it never happened, sadly). Mike and the other reporters were so good to me, and I realized later that many of them, including Mike, weren’t actually that much older than I was. Mike and I struck up a friendship which lasted till his death. Near the end, it trickled to Christmas cards and birthday cards, and I realized sometime during the summer of 2010 that I hadn’t received my birthday card from him in June. I googled his name and was shocked to find his obituary. There were a lot of years when we spent many hours on the phone, and frequently wrote each other letters, as we both moved across the country. He shared many of his stories with me, including the iconic “bomb threat” story, which still makes me laugh. I think about him still, and miss his presence in my life.

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  11. ALLYSON DEODATH

    Oh my! I was just looking for him. It’s been years since I last saw him and was just thinking of him. How sad! Gosh so so sad to learn about this. My condolences to everyone there. Just so so sorry I didn’t get to say bye. This is so sad especially now since I to recently had 2 aneurysms. Oh my! My heart just goes out to everyone there.

    He came by every year to meet up with me and educate my high school students at College Notre Dame. He was such a pleasure to work with and made my students so comfortable. May he RIP. What an angel he was! This is just so sad.

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