A funny sent to me earlier today…

            <strong>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 back                                  country.</strong> <strong>As I                                  was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost                                  and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for                                  directions.</strong> <strong>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 my heart and soul out 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 ain’t never ever seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Apparently, I’m still lost….it’s a man thing.