A wealthy man commissioned an artist to paint a mural depicting General Custer’s last words at the Battle of the Little Bighorn. He told the artist he’d have complete creative freedom on how to present the scene.
Weeks passed, and finally the day came for the man to see the finished mural. He entered the room, full of expectation — and stopped dead in his tracks.
The mural showed a large blue fish with a halo, floating above a horde of Native Americans engaged in wild sex on a hillside below.
“What the hell is this?” the man shouted. “That’s not what I asked for!”
“Oh, but it is,” said the artist. “It captures the true last words of General Custer. I figured they were: ‘Holy mackerel, look at all those fucking Indians!”
