Bleeding Gums dies and Lisa was devastated that no one in Springfield remembered him.

Skinner: “Aaaand with a flute up his nose, Ralph Wiggum.”

Chief Wiggum: “That’s some nice flutin’, boy.”

You see, the kids, they listen to the rap music which gives them the brain damage, with the hippin and the hoppin and the bippin and the boppin, so they don’t know what the jazz is all about. You see, jazz is like Jell-O pudding, no wait, it like Kodak film, no wait, it’s like the New Coke it’ll be around forever.