Email from Ted Taylor, 20090925
Sandy Lapsley died 14 Jun 2009 in Victoria BC. He is survived by his wife Carol. They had been married for 30 years.
After Sandy left CMR in 1954, he joined The Royal Regiment of Canada (Militia) in Toronto and was commissioned as a Lieutenant.
He began a career as a Chartered Accountant and moved to Victoria.
Carol's address is 109-196 Simcoe St, Victoria BC.V8V 1L1.
LAPSLEY, Walter Alexander (Sandy).
He attended College Militaire Royal de St. Jean (#3734) in 1952, the opening year of the College. In the late 1950s he served with the Royal Regiment of Canada, a Toronto militia regiment.
Fatigued with all the marching about, Sandy chose the sedentary civilian career of Chartered Accountant. Anyone who reads the business section of the newspaper is aware of the numerous articles of humour provided by the business community. These humourous articles range from the steps taken by company directors to protect the interest of the minority shareholders of the company to the amazing value of .com companies that will never show a profit. Accordingly, Sandy anticipated that the short list for the Stephen Leacock Award for Humour would be comprised of his fellow Chartered Accountants. Such is not the case. Puzzled, Sandy dedicated his professional career to the search for a Chartered Accountant with a sense of humour about financial matters. He was not successful.
On retirement, Sandy joined the Corps of Commissionaires. Security is a serious business. To his amazement, he found that the inadvertent comments of his fellow Commissionaires provided a veritable cornucopia of humour.
Thoroughly confused by the observations of his working life, Sandy gave up and died on Sunday June. 14 2009. Sandy is survived by his very tolerant wife Carol, his son David (granddaughters Sarah & Rachel) of Calgary and his daughter Catherine of Toronto. Contribute to the charity of your choice if you wish. However, remember that the purchase of a bottle of single malt Scotch supports the economy of Scotland. Here's tae us, wha's like us, damn few, and they're a' deid, mairs the pity!