Illuminati-R-Us

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 middle of nowhere.

As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost on the way there. When I finally arrived, an hour late and I noticed the undertaker had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight - only the diggers and crew were still there, and they were eating lunch.

Feeling very bad, I apologised to the men for being late and made my way to the grave-side. I looked down and the vault lid was already in place and, not knowing what else to do, 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 for this homeless man like I’d never played before.

When I started to play ‘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 the 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 anything like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years".

What a wonderful testament to the power of music. I could have been with you there on the no-frills graveyard. Beautiful story.

And the final comment was the icing on the cake. You must have impressed them - Bravissimo!

I think it was a joke. I'm not sure, but I think so based on the forum it's in.

Damn it, I was quite moved.

Err, yes, it was indeed a joke. I can't play the bagpipes. The protagonist of the joke has not gone to the funeral, he's turned up where workmen were installing a septic tank.

Lianachan wrote:Err, yes, it was indeed a joke. I can't play the bagpipes. The protagonist of the joke has not gone to the funeral, he's turned up where workmen were installing a septic tank.

FWIW, I got it :)

Lament not, I got it too. Bringing humor and sepsis together is a vanishing art.

Well, I guess I am easily impressed - and a not too careful reader...

I only got it now, after everyone else rubbed my nose in it :grin:

Now that you have admitted that, I can say that I knew that it was a joke from the beginning. ;-)

A joke?

I don't get it ...

Don't worry about it, jokes are just things people with senses of humor say to each other.

I've got a couple of things to say to you ...

Oh yeah? 19....



BWAHAHAHAHA

Y'see.....

A reporter went in to a prison to to report on conditions there. He was standing in the chow hall, next to a guard. All the prisoners were silently eating their grub.

All of a sudden one of the prisoners shouted “24!”. All of the other prisoners started to laugh.
A minute later another prisoner shouted “77!”. Once again, the other prisoners laughed .
The reporter was a little puzzled by this, so he asked the guard about it.

The guard explained that it was against the rules to tell jokes in the chow hall. So, the prisoners assigned numbers to all the jokes they knew. When someone shouted a number, everyone would be reminded of the joke, and laugh.
The reporter thought that was pretty cool, so he decided to try it out for himself.

“37!”, he shouted... Silence. Blank stares.

“Some people just can’t tell a joke”, said the guard

lol

Enzo wrote: All of a sudden one of the prisoners shouted “24!”.

This was the point at which I knew what the joke was going to be :)