Living just east of Crazy

A Touching Bagpipe Story

Written By: Eddie Snipes - Jun• 19•11

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral Director to play at a graveside service for a homeless Funeral Bagpipesman. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky backcountry.

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 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 man thing.

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  1. The last time that came through my InBox someone left off the punchline so it ended in full schmaltz mode. How easy it is to manipulate and fool us.

    But dead is definitely the best way to listen to bagpipes.

  2. Brilliant!!!! Choked on my coffee

  3. Funniest story I’ve read in ages, thank you

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