It's not often one sees their profession eulogized, especially when one is still gainfully employed in said profession.
Alas, as Lawrence Downes points out in an eloquent ode, the copy editor is a dying breed.
(The unromantic part? We copy editors don't ride off into the sunset. We don't even "just fade away." We sidle into the kitchen to dissect a competing newspaper with a red pen, slowly drowning in ink and coffee.)