I make a lot of phone calls in my line of work.  This usually involves being put on hold until the right party is found and then I can get on with my call. 
Yesterday, I called a certain company for the usual business, and got put on hold and heard the first movement of Beethovens 9th Symphony and immediately thought of anthropomorphic bananas, fluffy puffs dancing and stick figures saying random things.  If this does not ring a bell with you, may I suggest the word REJECTED 

Being put on hold  plus hearing that music kind of reinforced the rejected theme...
If your anus is bleeding, the rest of the puffys will dance in complete ignorance to your pain and dismay.
Just sayin'...