Got this off Jin Kai's blog, hehee. Do check it out~
A saxophonist died and (needless to say) went straight to hell, complete with hellfire, screams, devils, the whole thing.
He was led into a smoky jazz dive near the River Styx and breathed a sigh of relief: on stage were many of his favorite jazzers jamming: Bird, Monk, Miles, Max, Diz, Louis—all the greats.
He's handed a sax just as they kick off a burning fast bebop tune.
"Wow," he thought, "What a cool way to spend eternity, jamming with the greats, hanging in a jazz club!"
The intro ended and they indicated that he had the first solo. Although the changes are killer, he blows his brains out and delivers a cooking solo, better than any he ever played while alive. After several choruses and playing his best licks, no one else gave any indication of taking over.
He leaned over to Miles and said, "This is great! What's the bad news?"
Miles put his tortured face right in his and replied, "Your chorus lasts forever!"
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