It's a real dumb ass one...........good old worn out Amazing Grace played on pipes. I was just plain bored with it until about 9 years ago when we had a local police officer killed in the line of duty. It was not played at his service, but as soon as the service/after meal was over, we booked it out of town to the Estes Park Highland Games.

Arrived and parked just in time for the end of Tattoo/Massed Bands tribute to fallen heroes.......there we are, fresh from the funeral, at the back gate where the bands go in and out. All these guys in kilts and uniforms standing around with us. Everybody standing at attention with tears just streaming........daughter Kate litterally collapsed at the end, but she made it through the song.

It was 4 years before she could hear it without screaming NOOOOOOOOoooooooooo and running away. 7 years before she could even think about it. At 8 years, she volunteered to sing it at our local police memorial service and asked me to back her. We got through it, 2 verses, even. She finished, and ran. I have never been so proud of her. Me, I just stood there and pretended I wasn't crying.

She will occasionally play it on the piano now, if she is alone. The officer who was killed was a special friend of hers, as he helped us build her bedroom from scratch. We still miss him. Always will.

And I won't play the damn song except for special occasions. Had to play it at a fellow fiddlers funeral a couple years back. I did it, but it wasn't easy.