Miracle Maker

Mozart's Grave

When Mozart 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 Mozart was buried.

Terrified, the drunk ran and got the town magistrate to come and listen to it.

When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Mozart'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 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 Mozart decomposing."

Den hukommelsen...

To eldre ektepar var ute på kveldstur, og som det ofte er gikk mannfolka noen meter foran damene.
- Vi var på kino i går kveld, sa den ene mannen.
- Hvilken film så dere? sa den andre.
- Å, hva var det den het igjen...skal vi se...
Han tenkte en stund, men måtte gi opp.
- Du, jeg trenger litt hjelp til å ressonere her. Si navnet på et potetslag.
- Pimpernell?
- Nei.
- Mandelpotet?
- Nei, ikke det heller.
- Beate?
- Ja!
Han snur seg, og roper bak til damene:
- Beate, hva het den filmen vi så i går?