I came across this today and you guys seem like the types who might enjoy this story.
Subject: Homeless Man's Funeral
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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.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost
and, being a typical man, I didn'tstop and ask 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."
