It was the morning of Ralph's birthday and there was a knock on the door. "Telegram!"
Filled with excitement, Ralph opened the door and asked the messenger boy standing before him, "Is it a singing telegram?"
"No Sir. We don't do singing telegrams anymore," the messenger replied.
"Oh, but I've always wanted to receive a singing telegram," a disappointed Ralph moaned. "Couldn't you just bend the rules a little and make an old man happy?"
"I'm sorry, sir," replied the messenger.
"Please," Ralph pleaded, "after all, today is my birthday."
"Alright, sir, if you insist," the messenger said. "Dah-dah dah...dah-dah-dah, your sister Rose is dead!".