St. Patty's day humor...

This one from my Dad...

As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at
a graveside service for a homeless man who had no family or
friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery in the
remote countryside and this man would be the first to be
laid to rest there.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became
lost and being a typical man, did not stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the
crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was nowhere
in sight.

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to
the side of the open grave where I saw the vault lid
already in place.

I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but
this was the proper thing to do. The workers gathered
around, still eating their lunch. I played out my heart and
soul.

As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I
played like I'd never played before, from Going Home
and The Lord is My Shepherd to Flowers of the Forest . I
closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked to
my car..

As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I
overheard one of the workers saying to
another, "Sweet Jeezuz, Mary'n Joseph, I never
seen nothin' like that before and I've been
putting in septic tanks for twenty years."