When Beethoven passed away, he was buried, as custom dictates, 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 listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music emanating from within.
With the fear of God in him, 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. How odd."
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 by now gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."