As a young piper, 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 sideof 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 before, from My Home &
As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, ‘Lard Jeezuz b’y,
I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.