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THE FINAL BROADCAST
Deck Chair Rearrangement 101
September 5, 2017 10:00pm
The band had broken out in the strains of "Nearer, My God, to Thee," some minutes before Murdock lifted the revolver to his head, fired and toppled over on his face. Moody saw all this in a vision that filled his brain, while his ears drank in the tragic strain of the beautiful hymn that the band played as their own dirge, even to the moment when the waters sucked them down.

Wherever Murdock's eye swept the water in that instant, before he drew his revolver, it looked upon veritable seas of drowning men and women. From the decks there came to him the shrieks and groans of the caged and drowning, for whom all hope of escape from the FINAL BROADCAST of NOSE HAIR LINT GLAND was utterly vanished. He evidently never gave a thought to the possibility of saving himself, his mind freezing with the horrors he beheld and having room for just one central idea--swift extinction.

The strains of the hymn and the frantic cries of Sherilyn Connelly and KrOB (with no Carpenters) blended in a symphony of sorrow.

Led by the green light, under the light of stars, the podcasts drew away, and the bow, then the quarter, then the stacks and last the stern of the marvel station of a few days before passed beneath the waters. The great force of the station's sinking was unaided by any violence of the elements, and the suction, not so great as had been feared, rocked but mildly the group of podcasts now a quarter of a mile distant from it.

Just before the station disappeared from view men and women leaped from the stern. More than a hundred men, according to Colonel Gracie, jumped at the last. Gracie was among the number and he and the second officer were of the very few who were saved.

As the vessel disappeared, the air waves drowned the majestic hymn which the musicians played as they went to their watery grave. The most authentic accounts agree that this hymn was not "Nearer, My God, to Thee," which it seems had been played shortly before, but "Autumn," which is found in the Episcopal hymnal and which fits appropriately the situation on the station in the last moments of pain and darkness there. One line, "Hold me up in mighty waters," particularly may have suggested the hymn to some minister aboard the doomed station, who, it has been thought, thereupon asked the remaining passengers to join in singing the hymn, in a last service aboard the sinking station, soon to be ended by death itself.

NOSE HAIR LINT GLAND: It was sad when that great station went down.


Chatroom History
September 5, 2017 10:00pm - 12:30am
justin: thank you and thank you for listening!! (10:00pm)
Gerald Fnord: So Steve Bannon replies 'Iceberg, Weisberg, who cares what the yid's name was? '. (10:19pm)
radio silencer: like trying to waterboard in the mariana trench... (pause for indiscriminate laughter) (10:23pm)
radio silencer: waterboard internet prisoners (on internet death row) (10:25pm)

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