On Mon, 18 Jan 2010 11:15:17 -0800 (PST), Tim
wrote:

Here, try this one:

As a Bagpiper, so the man says, I am requested to play at many
funerals. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a
grave side 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. I
finally arrived an hour late and saw the service was over and the
hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers 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. And as I played 'Amazing Grace,'
the workers began to weep, I wept, and we all wept together. When I
finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car.

As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers sob,
“Sweet Lord of Heaven, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've
been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

?:^ )

Another good story. Not as good as Anony Mouse's, but good
nevertheless.
--
John H

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