This has been sent down the pike from various coworkers (and Gott, wie dunkel ist es hier), labeled as the "Best Commercial Ever". And no, it isn't the topless Danish parachute ladies loving the smell of napalm in the morning, that's sooooo yesterday:
I'm full of Handel, too, of course, but it's really more along the lines of
or this ostensibly three hour tour
(which, as a performance, I have mixed feelings about, but there it is, in ten minute incremental youtubian splendor).
Do you sense a counter-sermon in the offing? No, no, of course not. We would never be so pathetically geeky as to imagine that our insistence on Handel's having written, you know, a whole lot of other and way cooler stuff would be of the least interest to those who place the Magic Stethoscope against their hearts and hear...what?