We played the NFL song this morning, and then did a special version of the song, "Nothing Good Rhymes With Dungy", about the exiting coach of the Indianapolis Colts. It was a little odd because Tom had a part in the song that "fell a little flat" according to Duke.
Mark Rohrman swooped in and saved the day with his Bass Talk story:
This bass player had fallen on hard time and couldn't find a gig, so he took a job at a funeral home, helping the funeral director prepare bodies. One day, as they were preparing a body, a man by the name of Stanley Smith, they pulled back the sheet to discover that Stanley had the largest "member" they had ever seen. The bass player suggested that they should cut it off and save it in a jar of formaldehyde for prosperity. The director agreed, and they did just that.
That night, the bass player decided he had to take the jar home to show his wife. He took it into his house, set it on the table, and called his wife in from the other room. As she turned the corner and caught a glimpse of the jar on the table, she screamed and said;
"Stanley Smith is dead?!?"
