When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard.
 
 A couple of 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 played backwards."
 
 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 realisation 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 Beethoven decomposing."