In a corner of the basement of the Humphrey Funeral Home—a red-brick building with white columns in a wealthy North Toronto neighbourhood—is a nondescript door with a large plaque that reads, simply, “RESPECT.” It’s the entrance to the preparation room, where the deceased are readied for viewing. The sign is a reminder to staff that, while this might be just another day at the office, the business of death is primarily about dignity.
Kim Hunter, the home’s president and owner, has walked past that sign nearly every working day for more than thirty years. Now sixty-seven, Hunter has grey hair and the unassuming self-possession of someone who could both effectively run a funeral service and, as required, melt into the background.
