fubar
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I have no idea if this is true, good story either way...
> Music for a Homeless Man's 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.
> As 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 was still lost!
> Music for a Homeless Man's 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.
> As 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 was still lost!