Have I Ever Seen A Jazz Funeral?

Have I Ever Seen A Jazz Funeral? A month or so ago I was in Natchez, Mississippi for work. In the Natchez cemetery there is a statue of an angel on one of the graves. Not so rare. But this one is a little different. As you drive past this angel it seems to turn and watch as you go by. It sounds weird but it’s like one of those paintings were the eyes follow you no matter where in the room you move.

Once a year they have a cemetery tour at night called “Angels on the Bluff.” So I scalped a ticket and got on the freezing bus $20 lighter and wished I had used the bathroom before I began. The actors tell the history of the town through a series of reenactments a various graves. It’s very interesting and informative. I would recommend taking it once if you are there but I don’t know if I would travel to see it. During the tour I found out that there are actually three angels in a row up on the cemetery bluff. But that’s not what this story is about.

It’s about jazz funerals or as they like to say in New Orleans funerals with music. The last stop of the cemetery tour was a New Orleans style funeral. This set me to thinking. Had I ever seen a jazz funeral. I had a couple of conversations with my wife about this and was reminded of one of my earliest trips to New Orleans. In those days when a kid was sick working parents through the kid into the car and went to work. My mothers work, possibly tied to the Dixie Mafia (but that is another story) required her to go to New Orleans to pick up a load of mop heads, shop towels, and rugs in her old Ford station wagon. That is how I found myself traveling south in my paisley pajamas and a fever over 100 degrees.


I would have to say yes, yes I have.