A moment I vividly remember from being in a church involved a singer with the most beautiful mezo-soprano (sp?) voice (clear, note perfect and rich textured) who was accompanied by a guitar player and trumpet player. The trumpet player did a solo during one of her songs and actually brought the people attending the wedding to tears. The beauty of the solo evoked images and memories, and must have done so for everyone there. God, it was unreal and breath-taking. The fellow didn't miss a note, and he knew the audience belonged to him for that time. He also ended the song, and when he'd done the last long, note that faded out over what seemed like minutes (but was likely ten or so seconds), I heard the people in the church collectively exhale. I don't think any of us realized we'd been holding our breath. Trumpet players? Yeah, they're OK in my book.

Did the guy at the Kennedy funeral in 1963 ever recover?