When I was a small boy, my Mum and Dad made me walk the Plank.
We couldn't afford a dog!
The Victorians had a morbid fascination with being buried alive. Obviously it had happened on numerous occasions as they started to invent things to check you were really dead.
There was a device that fitted to your tongue that then was connected to a ratchet and your tongue was slowly drawn out to an extraordinary length, which if there was any doubt you had snuffed it, would certainly prove it one way or another.
Another device involved shoving a thin rod through your chest and into your heart. On top of the rod was a small flag, which in theory, would wave if you still had a heart beat.
Luckily these days ,you now have to wait at least 7 days before your Funeral so if you were still alive (99.9% impossible) then there would be a good chance you would wake up.
I may not be doing the show now. I heard a recording and thought that the bonist on the CD was a bass trombone. Indeed when I saw the music, I would need an abseil rope to get down that low and an impossibility on my instrument. The M/D has two choices. I spend hours writing the notes up an octave. Or he gets a Bass bone player in. I think for a professional sound he really should do the latter as that is why the part was written down the octave. Doing myself out of a job but lets have it right!
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