[Dixielandjazz] Music in Heaven

[Robert S. Ringwald]

Another standard punch line is first set up by God being the band leader.
  
See the end of the joke below for the alternate punch line:


----- Original Message ----- 
From: "billsharp" <sharp-b at clearwire.net>
To: "Bob Ringwald" <robert at ringwald.com>
Cc: "Dixieland Jazz Mailing List" <dixielandjazz at ml.islandnet.com>
Sent: Tuesday, April 24, 2007 7:18 AM
Subject: [Dixielandjazz] Music in Heaven


> List-Message-Recipient: robert at ringwald.com
> As I read or hear a joke being told, my mind often races ahead to the 
> punch-line, trying to figure out what it will be.  When I can't figure 
> it out, it often "punches" my sense of humor, and It makes the jokes 
> even funnier.  Such was the case when Ringwald told the joke which I 
> have copied and attached in it's entirety, except for the last line,  
> which I expected to be  along the lines of  ... "Bad news . . . the 
> band leader's tone-deaf daughter is the singer".
>  Knowing that there are some talented joke-meisters out there, I wonder 
> what other ways the line "The bad news is  . . .  . ." might be 
> completed. like "The bad news is that the rhythm section is 10 
> washboard players."
> 
> Add your own last line to the following  and post it...  (musical 
> content: humor.  After isn't laughter music to the ears?)
> 
> 
> Two 90-year-old men, Moe and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.
> When it's clear that Joe is dying, Moe visits him every day. One day Moe
> says, "Joe, we both loved jazz all our lives, and we played together for
> so many years. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow
> you must let me know if there's music there."
> 
> Joe looks up at Moe from his deathbed, "Moe, you've been my best friend
> for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
> Shortly after that, Joe passes on.
> 
> At midnight a couple of nights later, Moe is awakened from a sound sleep
> by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Moe,
> Moe."
> 
> "Who is it?" asks Moe, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
> 
> "Moe -- it's me, Joe."
> 
> "You're not Joe. Joe just died."
> 
> "I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice.
> 
> "Joe! Where are you?"
> 
> "In Heaven," replies Joe. "I have some really good news and  a little
> bad news."
> 
> "Tell me the good news first," says Moe.
> 
> "The good news," Joe says, "is that there's our kind of jazz in
>   Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before
>   us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again.
> Better still, it's always big festival with a great sound system, good
> drums and piano, and there none of our crabby side men to mess up the
> gig. And best of all, we can play our kind of jazz all we want, and we
> never get tired."
> 
> "That's fantastic," says Moe.  "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's
> the bad news?"
> 
> "The bad news is . . . . . .   .
 
God's girlfriend is a singer..."