When Beethoven passed away he was buried in a churchyard.
A couple days later, the town drunk was
walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from
the area where Beethoven was buried.
Terrified, the drunk ran and got
the priest to come and listen to it.
The priest bent close to the grave
and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a
moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and
it's backwards, too.
Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening;
"There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate;
he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the
cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just