Grave Side Services

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tomtom22

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A young preacher was asked by a funeral director to hold a graveside service for a man who died with no family or friends. The funeral was held way back in the country and the young preacher got lost on the way.

When he arrived an hour late, he saw a backhoe and crew, but the hearse
was nowhere in sight. The workmen were eating lunch. The diligent pastor went to the open grave to find the vault lid in place, but still he poured out his heart and preached an impassioned and lengthy service.

Returning to his car, the young preacher felt that he had done his duty and he would leave with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication, in spite of his tardiness. As he got into his car, he overheard one of the workers talking to another worker:

"I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, and I ain't never seen anything like that before. Sort of gives new meaning to the term "Holy Shit."

:-o
 
Here is another version of the same story:

[FONT=&quot]As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back-country. [/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT] [FONT=&quot] 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. [/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] 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.[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full. As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say:[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]"Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothing like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

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