As a newspaper reader it's grating when, every three or four months, there's an article published with a photo announcing the oldest Canadian has died. You look at the photo, check out the age, maybe read on to find out where she lived (they're disproportionately women) and go to the sports pages.
Of course by the time the story gets into the paper the unfortunate subject is no longer the oldest anything. The title passes automatically with the final breath.
We almost never know who becomes the newest oldest person in Canada at least not until they're not any longer. That seems strangely perverse. Maybe it's part of life in the post-Gzowski era.