Several years ago a good friend of mine died that was in WW2. When they played taps, I thought to myself that this guy is really great. I later spoke with him and complimented him on how good he was. He looked at me with a little smile and said that the horn plays itself. He stood up on a grassy knoll, held the horn to his mouth and turned it on. Apparently, there got to be so many vets dying that there wasn't enough guys around to actually play the horn at every burial, so this was the solution. It is still very emotional.
PS. Hey Nick. The wife and I saw Father Guido Sarducci near here about 30 years ago. What a class act.