Funeral for Homeless

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'm still lost....

My cousin sent this and I thought it was too funny!!