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>> As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a
>> grave-side
> service for a homeless man, with no family or friends. The funeral was

> to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and this man would
> be the first to be laid to rest there.
>>
>> As I was not familiar with the backwoods 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 I played the workers began to weep. I played, and I played, like
>> I'd
> never played be fore...... from Going Home & The Lord is my Shepherd to

> Flowers of the Forest . I closed the lengthy session with Amazing
> Grace 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 never seen nothin' like that before -

>> and
> I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."