P.S. - For my "Skydivers" play, I wrote and discarded a musical number
called "Skydiver, Skydiver," sung to the tune of "Matchmaker,
Matchmaker," from "Fiddler on the Roof."  It goes like so:

BETH ROWE:     Skydiver, skydiver, you were a louse.
               And I should know... I was your spouse!
               Skydiver, skydiver, flew through the air.
               Why, though, I don't really care.

JOE MOSS:      Skydiver, skydiver, I was your friend.
               We were amigos right til the end.
               Skydiver, skydiver, buddies for life,
               Although I hit on your wife.

JIMMY BRYANT:  I used to see him with that floozie.
DRUMMER:       He spent lots of nights at the bar.
BASSIST:       I think he got crab lice from Suzy.
JIMMY BRYANT:  And think what they did in the back of your car. 

ALL:           Skydiver, skydiver, sticky with grease,
               Maybe your soul's finally at peace.
               Skydiver, skydiver, we wish you well.
               On second thought... GO TO HELL! 

[Catchy, no?]