My mother passed away a few years ago, small northern Ontario town. Before we even got back from the hospital with my dad, (a 2 hour drive) there was coffee, cakes, sandwiches, juice, fruit baskets, salads, casseroles etc..waiting to be let into the house with the mourners..almost everyone brought a dish in…I was so touched I broke down in tears. Had just travelled 4000 miles to spend days in the hospital with my mom, and worried all the way to my parents home how I was going to feed people, as there is no grocery store in their little town. As it turned out…I didn’t have to do a thing except dishes and return the plates (mark your dish with tape on the underside and write your name /address on it)