IT'S A MAN THING

[clamman]

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 back country. 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.

 

[nlester]

I had a good friend who played banjo in a band called the Irish Rovers in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. He died Sunday and his funeral was on Wednesday. His band members played at his wake and he would have liked your joke. He told the pastor to remind every one what the first 3 letters were in funeral, "FUN". I had not had a beer in 4 years but it would have been a dishonor to him not to hoist a Guinesse at his wake. Many of the stories told about him, were fishing stories.
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One of the jokes told at the funeral was about a nun who was critically ill. They kept trying to give her drinks of milk to give her strength and she kept spitting them out. Finally one of the novices gave her a little irish whiskey. She got it in her mouth, swished it around and drank it. She smacked her lips a few times and said her first words in days, "Don't sell that cow!".