An inmate on death row was scheduled to die before the firing squad the following morning. Throughout the day, the prison guards were very nice to him. But, when they asked him if there was something specific he wished to have for his last meal, he said he didn't want anything special. When they asked if there was something special he wanted to do, he said nothing. It continued like this all day.Finally, when he was put before the firing squad the guard asked if he would like a cigarette and a blindfold. "No," the inmate said, "just get it over with." "Is there anything at all I can do for you before you go?" asked the guard. "You didn't even request a special last meal!" The inmate thought for a moment, and replied, "Well, actually, music is my life. The one thing I would really like would be to sing my favorite song, one whole time through, without any interruptions." The guard nodded and told the inmate to go ahead. The inmate started…"One billion bottles of beer on the wall…"