The inmate on death row was scheduled to be put to death by
firing squad the follow morning. Throughout the day, the prison
guards were being very nice to him. But when they asked him if
he wanted something specific for his last meal, he didn't want
anything special. When they asked if there was something special
he wanted to do, he said nothing. It went on like this all day.
Finally when he was put before the firing squad, the guard asked
if he wanted a cigarette and a blindfold.
"No," the inmate said, "just get it over with."
"Well, is there anything that I can do for you before you go?"
said the guard. "You didn't even want a special last meal!"
The inmate thought. "Actually," he said, "Music is my life. One
thing I would really like would be to sing my favorite song, one
whole time through, with no interruptions."
The guard nodded and told him to go ahead.
The inmate let out a grin and started, "One billion bottles of
beer on the wall..."
