Hammertime!

This past week I've been delivering mail to a funeral home in the east side of Vancouver. On the second or third day of delivery I noticed something odd at the main entrance. There was a small, red hammer perched precariously on a ledge above the front doors. It really looked like it could fall at any moment. My first instinct was to cautiously go inside, find a manager or director or something, and fill them in on this dangerous situation. Then I decided that they probably already knew about it and that it was just an innovative attempt to drum up some new business.