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Terrified, the drunk ran and got the town Priest to come and listen.
When the Priest 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 Priest kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the Priest; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My friends, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Mozart decomposing."