A group of music students stood reverently beside Beethoven’s grave. Then as the breeze dropped and the leaves on the trees stopped rustling, they could another rustling sound coming faintly from under Beethoven’s grave capstone.
A couple of the bolder and stronger students, slid the capstone aside, and there was Beethoven hurriedly attacking reams of manuscript paper, sheet after sheet, with a large eraser.
In surprise, one of the students blurted out, “Herr Beethoven, what are you doing?”
The Maestro testily replied, “Ja, dummkopf, can’t you see? I am decomposing!”