by Gruney » January 4th, 2020, 11:14 pm
In 1827, Beethoven died. The general feeling was that he should be put in a glass coffin, with all his accoutrements, for the general public to pay their respects to the great man.
All went well for well over 100 years, until one day, there was a terrible scream from a lady visitor.
The curator rushed to the scene - "whatever's the matter, madam?"
"It was terrible - he moved".
"What do you mean, he moved?"
"He picked up his rubber, and started to wipe it over his manuscript!"
"Oh that's all right, madam - he's just slowly decomposing".