Magazine editors have it rough. Crotchety by nature and easy prey to the overpriced lunch, they also have the tricky task of pleasing readers and those demanding advertisers with the clenched, er, checkbooks. So it’s no wonder that as 2007 stumbled to a close, so did a handful of magazines. But in the spirit of one door opening as another closes, we mourn the passing of some rags old and new, and take heed of their fatal mistakes. As you can see by reading the dashes at left, we’ve buried some tykes — including a couple of toddlers — and one venerable matriarch. All in all though, the industry remains healthy, with newborns far outnumbering the expired. Save the life support for newspapers.