pcmcpa Posted March 18, 2009 Report Posted March 18, 2009 The Irish Bagpiper > >> As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside > > service for a homeless man who had no family or friends.. The funeral was > > to > > be held at a cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the > > first to be laid to rest there. > >> > >> As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost and being a > > typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. > > I > > saw the backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was > > nowhere in sight. > >> > >> I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side of > > the open grave where I saw the vault lid already in place. > >> > >> I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was the > > proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. > > I > > played out my heart and soul. > >> > >> As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I played like I'd > > never played before, from Going Home and The Lord is My Shepherd to > > Flowers > > of the Forest. I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked > > to > > my car. > >> > >> As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the > > workers saying to another, "Sweet Jeezuz, Mary'n Joseph, I never seen > > nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty > > years." > Quote
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