It was Schneider's birthday, and that morning there was a
knock on the door. "Telegram!"

He opened the door excitedly, "Is it a singing telegram?"
Schneider asked the messenger boy.

"No Sir. We don't do singing telegrams anymore."

"I've always wanted a singing telegram. Can't you bend the
rules and make an old man happy?"

"Sorry."

"Please," begged Schneider. "Today's my birthday."

"Oh, all right," said the boy, "Dah-dah dah... dah-dah-dah,
your sister Rose is dead!"