[Ar-muf-in] n. 1.Random Musings of Another Faceless Name

I just got this one in an email. Bad PUN-chline, but I still got a chuckle from it….

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Bob Hill and his new wife Betty  were vacationing in Europe… as it happens, near Transylvania. They were  driving in a rental car along a rather deserted highway. It was late and  raining very hard. Bob could barely see the road in front of the car.  Suddenly, the car skids out of control! Bob attempts to control the car, but  to no avail! The car swerves and smashes into a tree. Moments later, Bob  shakes his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looks over at the passenger seat  and sees his wife unconscious, with her head bleeding!

Despite the rain and unfamiliar  countryside, Bob knows he has to get her medical assistance. Bob carefully  picks his wife up and begins trudging down the road. After a short while, he  sees a light. He heads towards the light, which is coming from a large, old  house. He approaches the door and knocks. A minute passes. A small, hunched  man opens the door. Bob immediately blurts, “Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and  this is my wife Betty. We’ve been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been  seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone?”

“I’m sorry,” replied the  hunchback, “but we don’t have a phone. My master is a doctor; come in, and I  will get him!” Bob brings his wife in. An older man comes down the stairs.

“I’m afraid my assistant may  have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist. However, it is  many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I  will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory.”

With that, Igor picks up Betty  and carries her downstairs, with Bob following closely. Igor places Betty on a  table in the lab. Bob collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor  places Bob on an adjoining table.

After a brief examination,  Igor’s master looks worried. “Things are serious, Igor. Prepare a  transfusion.”  Igor and his master work feverishly, but to no avail. Bob  and Betty Hill are no more.

The Hills’ deaths upset Igor’s  master greatly. Wearily, he climbs the steps to his conservatory, which houses  his grand piano. For it is here that he has always found solace. He begins to  play, and a stirring, almost haunting melody fills the house.

Meanwhile, Igor is still in the  lab tidying up. His eyes catch movement, and he notices the fingers on Betty’s  hand twitch, keeping time to the haunting piano music. Stunned, he watches as  Bob’s arm begins to rise, marking the beat! He is further amazed as Betty and  Bob both sit up straight!

Unable to contain himself, he  dashes up the stairs to the conservatory.

He bursts in and shouts to his  master:

“Master, Master!…

The  Hills are alive with the sound of music!”

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