steveoreno
Well-known member
St. Patrick's Day rapidly approaches and I've seen no mention of it and feel it's only appropriate to start a string of Jokes of dubious origin aimed at honoring Beemerdons. I never had the honor of meeting him but we did share a few jokes back and forth.
The Bagpiper (In his own words)
As a bagpiper I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a gravesite service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be held at a pauper's cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the area I got lost and wandered around for a bit.
I finally found the cemetery but arrived over an hour late and the funeral director and hearse were gone and only the diggers and crew remained and they were eating their lunch.
I felt terrible and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and saw the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what to do but started to play my pipes.
The workers put down their lunches and gathered around. I played out my heart & soul for this man with no family and friends. I played better than I ever had before!
My playing reached a crescendo as I played "Amazing Grace." The workers wept, I wept, we wept together. When I finished I packed up my pipes and headed to my car with my head low but heart full 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."
The Bagpiper (In his own words)
As a bagpiper I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a gravesite service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be held at a pauper's cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the area I got lost and wandered around for a bit.
I finally found the cemetery but arrived over an hour late and the funeral director and hearse were gone and only the diggers and crew remained and they were eating their lunch.
I felt terrible and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and saw the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what to do but started to play my pipes.
The workers put down their lunches and gathered around. I played out my heart & soul for this man with no family and friends. I played better than I ever had before!
My playing reached a crescendo as I played "Amazing Grace." The workers wept, I wept, we wept together. When I finished I packed up my pipes and headed to my car with my head low but heart full 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."