A guy goes to Vienna to pay his respects to the great composers. But when he gets to the graveyard, he hears a strange scratching sound coming from Beethoven’s tomb.
Unable to restrain himself, he pries the lid off the tomb, and there sits the long-dead master, furiously crossing out musical notation from a piece of old music paper.
“What are you doing?” asks the guy in astonishment.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Beethoven retorts. “I’m decomposing!”