A Joke from the Funeral Home
As a bagpiper, I play at many events.
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 small cemetery in the country. As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost and, being a typical man, I did not stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left sitting close by eating their lunch.
I felt badly and apologised 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 lunch and began to gather around.
I played my heart out for this man with no family and friends.
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 worker’s say,
“I’ve never seen anything like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost…it’s a man thing.