Let's see if I can do another one on the fly...
So years later, this one-man-radio-station gets wealthy enough to hire a new weekend DJ to work Friday-night-to-Sunday-night, until just before the weekly "House of Hair" radio show tapes take over. And for much to the confusion of the station owner/manager, the DJ always closes his final hour with a huge blast of a gong. Or a massive Big Ben rendition. Or a deafening Westminster ring. All are amped up far above the usual volume, as loud as the station can broadcast. Finally, the odd bellringing and the complaints get to the manager...so he calls the DJ asks "Why do you keep doing the bellringing at the close? Who is that for?"
The DJ replies
"Send not to know for whom the bell tolls--it tolls for Dee."
ROTFLMAO!
Bravo!