I was out at Stonewall Memorial Gardens in Manasas, Virginia to play at a funeral. As the funeral procession pulled up, we all snapped to attention in our places. When the wife of the deceased stepped out of the limo and saw us standing there in our blues, she started screaming. I'm talking top of the lungs wailing. That was tough. I've seen a lot of things at funerals. I've even seen fistfights break out and I saw an older woman get her shots in whacking away with the umbrella she was holding - it had rained earlier in the day and she had it rolled up. All through it I had to always keep in mind that while I might have done dozens of funerals it wasn't that way for the people attending the memorial service. I actually played 5 funerals in one day once at a cemetery in DC called National Harmony Cemetery in Landover, MD. Playing a double or even a triple wasn't uncommon - quadruples were fairly rare though. We were scheduled to do 4 funerals that day, but someone who saw us, asked if we'd be so kind as to provide honors for another one. The standard answer when that situation arose was "yes" - the firing party always had extra rounds and as long as it didn't conflict with any of the other services.