Okay, I don’t know if this is true or not; but it is rather funny:
As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside
service for a homeless Scotsman who had no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a new cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods country area, I became lost and
being a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour
late. I saw the backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse
was nowhere in sight.
I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side of the
open grave where I saw the vault lid already in place.
I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was the
proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I
played out my heart and soul as a salute to the fallen Scotsman.
As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I played like I’d never
played before, from “Going Home” and “The Lord is My Shepherd” to ““. I closed the lengthy session with fine tradition with the
pipes by playing “” and walked to my car.
As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the
workers saying to another, Sweet Jeezuz, Mary ‘n Joseph, I have never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty