As the final portion of thier study of what creates a genius, a group of psychiatrists and neurosurgeons and anthropologists decided to exhume Beethovens grave.

When they lifted the coffin lid there lay the great man clutching several sheets of paper and a quill pen, to all appearances, still at work. But ther was something very odd about the manner in which he was working. He was moving the pen from right to left across the paper and the ink seemed to vanishing into the quill.

"What are you doing," asked the head researcher incredulously. "Decomposing," said Beethoven.