The Most Emotional Funeral Service He’d Ever Played
As a guitarist, I play many gigs.
Recently I was asked by a funer@l 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.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funer@l 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 guitar 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.
