The Funeral...
My brother as a bagpiper, plays many gigs. Recently he was asked by a
Funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless
Man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a
Pauper's cemetery in the ountryside. As he was not familiar
With the backwoods, he got lost and, being a typical man,
didn't stop to ask for directions.
He finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral bloke had evidently
Gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the
Diggers and crew left and they were eating their lunch.
He felt really bad and apologised to the men for being late. He went to the
Side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in
Place. he didn't know what else to do, so he started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.
He played his heart and soul out for this man with no family and friends.
He played like he'd never played before for this homeless man.
And as he played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept,
he wept, they all wept together. When he finished he packed up his bagpipes
And started for his car
Though his head hung low, & his heart was full.
As he opened the door to his car, he heard one of the workers say,
"I never seen nothin' like that afore and I'bin putting in
Septic tanks fer twenty years."
Apparently, he's still lost... It's a man thing!!.