As a bagpiper, 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 cemetary in the Oklahoma back country.

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.  I saw the backhoe and the crew.  The funeral guy had evidentaly gone, as the diggers were eating lunch and the hearse was nowhere in sight.  I felt badly about this.  I apologized to the men for being late.  I went to the side of the grave and looked down.  The vault lid was already in place.

I started to play and the workers gathered around.  I played out my heart and soul for this homeless man. And as i played Amazing Grace, the workers began to weep.  I played like i'd never played before.  Then I finished and started for my car.

As I was opening the door, I heard one of the workers say, "Man that was really moving, I ain't never seen nothin' like that before and i've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."