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Subject: Bagpipes
> This is so ----it made me lol
> Bagpipes at a funeral.......
> As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I 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 Kentucky
> back country.
>
> Because I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a
typical
> man, I didn't stop for directions.
> I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone
> and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew
> left and they were eating lunch.
> I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side
> of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I
> didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
> The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played
> out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like
> I've never played before for this homeless man.
> And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I
> wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and
> started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
> As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never
> seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for
> twenty years."
> Apparently I'm still lost.... it's a man thing!
This is for Stacy's benefit !
> This is so ----it made me lol
> Bagpipes at a funeral.......
> As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I 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 Kentucky
> back country.
>
> Because I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a
typical
> man, I didn't stop for directions.
> I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone
> and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew
> left and they were eating lunch.
> I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side
> of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I
> didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
> The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played
> out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like
> I've never played before for this homeless man.
> And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I
> wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and
> started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
> As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never
> seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for
> twenty years."
> Apparently I'm still lost.... it's a man thing!
This is for Stacy's benefit !
