Chris, 

Having lived in Scotland for six months, I have acquired a list of bagpipe and piper jokes.  I will be adding this one to that list.  I will be happy to share them if requested.  Heck, I will supply one or two anytime I think the occasion warrants one.  That is most of the time when a piper is within ear-shot.

73,

WY7FD, Dwayne

From: K8JE [mailto:k8je@arrl.org]
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2010 11:24
To: arrl-odv
Subject: RE: [arrl-odv:18596] Re:The Funeral

Chris,

As have others, I've been busy that past few days and hadn't been able to consider your response to Jim.  After giving all due thought to your response I now must ask what the result is likely to be when you are the object of "septic" humor?  Do you get tanked?

Jim W.

Jim Weaver, K8JE, Director

ARRL Great Lakes Division

5065 Bethany Rd.

Mason, OH 45040

E-mail: k8je@arrl.org, Tel.: 513-459-1661

ARRL - The national association for Amateur Radio(TM)

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From: Chris Imlay [mailto:w3kd@aol.com]
Sent: Wednesday, February 24, 2010 9:02 AM
To: arrl-odv
Subject: [arrl-odv:18596] Re:The Funeral

Jim, you had best be careful about such septic humor at my expense, lest I retaliate by subjecting you to even more of the same!!!!

73, Chris W3KD

Christopher D. Imlay
Booth, Freret, Imlay & Tepper. P.C.
14356 Cape May Road
Silver Spring, Maryland 20904-6011
(301) 384-5525 telephone
(301) 384-6384 facsimile
W3KD@ARRL.ORG

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From: James F. Boehner MD <jboehner01@yahoo.com>
To: arrl-odv <arrl-odv@reflector.arrl.org>
Sent: Tue, Feb 23, 2010 5:54 pm
Subject: The Funeral

After Chris’s piping on the eve of the January Board Meeting,  thought everyone would enjoy this!

'73 de JIM N2ZZ

ARRL Vice Director

Roanoke Division

ARRL, the national association for Amateur Radio™

Bagpiper  at a funeral.. 

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. 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 was opening the door to my car, I  heard one of the workers say, "Sweet Mother  of Jesus, I never seen nothin' like that before  and I've been putting in septic tanks for  twenty years."