September 13, 201016 yr I always thought I wanted to be cremated (eventually) But when I was told this guy was the gravedigger in my local cemetery, I think I just changed my mind.
September 13, 201016 yr I always thought I wanted to be cremated (eventually) But when I was told this guy was the gravedigger in my local cemetery, I think I just changed my mind. How ever you get from Cosmopolitan calendar model to local grave-digger frightens me Zipper. Couldn't he just be your private landscaper or something? That way you can enjoy him more than once. PS.
September 13, 201016 yr How ever you get from Cosmopolitan calendar model to local grave-digger frightens me Zipper. Couldn't he just be your private landscaper or something? That way you can enjoy him more than once. PS. I think you're just starting to realize - very few people can understand how my mind works :-) :-)
September 14, 201016 yr Active Members Reminds me of a joke that's too good not to share. We all wept together . . . 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 Kentucky back country. 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. 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 bagpipes 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 . . .
September 14, 201016 yr I always thought I wanted to be cremated (eventually) But when I was told this guy was the gravedigger in my local cemetery, I think I just changed my mind. In case the digging is too much for one guy, I've hired an assistant to help him
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