Moshe was lying on his deathbed. “You only have a little while longer in this world,” the kindly rabbi warned the sick man. “If there is anything you would like before you go, I shall do my best to get it for you.”
The weakening patient replied, “Rabbi, I’d like to hear the village band play once more.”
The band was summoned and played its best, after which Moshe remarked, “Now I can die happy. There’ll be nothing in hell worse than that.”