Burying the dead.

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 Alabama backwoods.
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 was hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
"I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Very funny hal I knew something like that would be at the end from you

markevans wrote:

Very funny hal I knew something like that would be at the end from you

it's that wee twinkle in his eye maybe  Mark running rampant etc I suspect again. Now Oh to be so lucky as one could say Installing septic tanks as truth be told I had the lifetime pleasure of cleaning them out for the enjoyment factor down here I'm      .  
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Bet that was a draining experience Hal.

Regards.

markevans wrote:

Very funny hal I knew something like that would be at the end from you

True But truth be told, my old man finished up in a pauper type grave. Found dead in a run down dive of a hotel frequented by down & outs types all stinking of booze etc. Only one at his burial was my elder brother & to this day I don't understand why he even bothered, as none of my family had seen him for over 40 odd years.