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."
One concerning old people:
Three old men were sitting on a bench in the park. One pipes up "Its windy today isn't it"
The second one replies "No it isn't, it's Thrusday"
The third one says...:Me too, lets go to the pub for a drink"
Another one:
Two drunks were going through a draveyard, trying to find the oldest person buried there. They search for about an hour, until one shouts out "Hye look, here's a guy that died when he was 145!"
"really, what was his name?" The other one said.
"He was Miles, from Dublin."