A Homeless Mans Funeral

[Spanky]

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.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being
a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. 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 out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. 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 never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic
tanks for twenty years."

Apparently I'm still lost...