Surprisingly, I found this on Craiglist:
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 that had no family or friends so the service was to be at a paupers cemetery in the countryside.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost. Being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently left, and the hearse was nowhere in site. There were only the diggers and crew there, and they were eating lunch. I felt so badly and apologized to the men for being late. I then went to the side of the grave looked down and the vault lid had already been put in place.
I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.
Surprisingly the workers put down their lunches and began to gather around me. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.
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 workers said, “I have never seen nothing like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
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