Dead soldiers from the war (pick one) gather together for old times' sake, ideally at the local tavern in Sleepy Eye, Minnesota. Which may or may not put Sleepy Eye on the map ....

Various people variously named Lewis/Ludwig/Louis (Latin: "Ludovico") gathered in an Oxford pub at last call.

Based on an insipid ditty in the Marx Brothers' film "Horse Feathers," which is repeated ad nauseam throughout the picture.

Good news/bad news joke: Sean and Seamus were great baseball fans. They pledged that whoever died first would contact the other from the afterlife to report on whether or not there was baseball in heaven. Sean was first to depart this life…

Some kind of obscure metaphor for trying to kindle a fire in a downpour.

A composition written backwards. I started with the relative harmony/coherence of the final measures and retrogressively dismantled it, concluding with the relative chaos of the opening.

"The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express." (From Samuel Beckett, Three Dialogues, "Tal Coat")