A certain guitarist, named Jimi, much beloved by Charlie, happened to die. Charlie sent some of the Family to array the defunct in his funky grave-suit. He himself followed them to the house of the deceased.

On entering the room, Charlie addressed the dead body: “My brother Jimi, arise!” Instantly the corpse arose saying “Here I am, man!” He then grabbed his guitar, and for three whole days and nights there was a righteous party.

More than a hundred of the misbelieving squares there were converted to the ways of the Family. When Charlie left the house, life departed from Jimi as well.

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