From the Georgia State Fair to Beaufort South Carolina, eh?

One time, when we were all teenagers and all singing in the same high school chorus, we passed a kazoo around. When we were done, the kazoo was never the same. At the time I didn't know what a kazoo was made of, and had no idea why the little thing had lost its buzz.
Now that I know that it's about a strategically positioned piece of paper, it's easier to guess what happened. Either the paper was blown out of line from too much wind, or it got soggy and melted because the singing was too wet.
I personally blame it on Juanita. She had never laid eyes on a kazoo before; she came up in church, singing gospel, and when she raised her soprano voice, the walls shook. I think she killed that little kazoo without even trying.