I am not one to share funny stories but in the weekend edition of the Pioneer News in Big Rapids, Mi there was a story told to Jack Batdorff by a friend of his that I have to pass on.
The Story is called "The Homeless Man's Funeral" and it goes:
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 friends or family, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the back woods. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had eventually left and the hearse was no where in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt terrible and apologized to one of the men for being so late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down only to see the lid was already in place. I didn'know what else to do so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and gathered around. I played my heart and soul out 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 when I heard one of the workers say "I have never seen nothin' like this before and I have been putting septic tanks in for over twenty years". Apparently I am still lost.
Have a great day and thanks for reading.