Joke For the Day !....The Funeral
Cindy64~AFCL
2012/05/24 15:43:57
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Well here is my Joke for the day! I hope you have a good laugh !! :-D I wish you all a great and bless day .
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 Kentucky back country.
As I was
not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical
Male, 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 like I've never played
before for this homeless
man. 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 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.
It's a guy
thing...
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 Kentucky back country.
As I was
not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical
Male, 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 like I've never played
before for this homeless
man. 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 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.
It's a guy
thing...
Top Opinion
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Barefooted Nana ∞ijm♥∞AFCL 2012/05/24 16:31:37
that was really funny......*big smiles*
Love, Barefoot♥
Here is another bagpiper at a funeral story if you are inclined.
A true story, it happened to me.
My wife was selling real estate in Oregon, selling very small pieces of land where once someone moves in, they hardly ever move out. Sometimes when someone moves in, she is tasked with being sure that they are put in there properly. That is called "funeral director." One day she called on me to play the bagpipe as we lay the person into their real estate. So there I was, it was an overcast, cool day with a breeze. It came time for me to play Amazing Grace. The family and grave were in front of me, The highway was about 100 yards behind me. I was playing beautifully I was when I felt a light breeze, heard my wife giggle and some truck's air horns blowing. I kept playing and whenI was done I asked her, "What were you giggling about?" She asked, "You didn't feel it?" "I felt a wee breeze but that was all." The told me, "Well that wee breeze blew your kilt up past your belt and you mooned three truck drivers!"
Ah well!
On a good day, lipstick!
I have another of playing at a Memorial Day Service about a year ago.
I'll tell that one later.
There I was playing facing a stage holding about 6 - 8 dignitaries. Behind me were about 400 people on folding chairs. As I played, I felt a long, strong wind and felt a bit of a chill on my backside.
A few seconds later I heard a giggle. Then another from a few feet elsewhere, and another and another. Then I'm hearing laughs from at least a dozen people in different locations behind me.
Then I figured, "I reckon that I must have mooned them."
It happens sometimes.