When Mozart died, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple of days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noises coming from Mozart’s grave.
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.
The priest was more than a little discombobulated by this and ran to get the town music teacher.
When the music teacher arrived, she bent her ear to the grave,
listened for a moment, and said, “Ah, yes, that’s Mozart’s Ninth Symphony, being played backwards.”
She listened a while longer, and said, “There’s the Eighth Symphony, And it’s backwards, too. Most puzzling.”
The music teacher kept listening; “There’s the Seventh… the
Sixth…the Fifth…” Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on her.
She 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.”