At the risk of taking this totall OT (since there were, sadly, no bagpipes), my FILs funeral was one of those, too. Between the service and the graveside, the hearse broke down. Kaput, dead engine, right on the main throughfare of Fort Riley!

Luckily, we had the Army honor guard and two young Marines (JC and one of his friends), so they were able to lift and transfer the coffin from the hearse to the funeral home van and proceed on to the graveside. It was less impressive than the big black 'limo', but it was so typically "Jim" that we all laugh about it now.