It's not that big a deal. My granddad had the military honor... they sent out two guys from the local Army Depot, one for which he always had choice words. One of them puts the bugle to his lips, and stops, and starts again. It takes me two moments to believe it, but this is an eldritch thing, with a base, and a handle ... it is ... a taps-playing trumpet. And I can hear his doppelganger beside me, saying in a low voice, those damn bums ... they have a machine to play the song for them and they can't figure out how to work it! It was kind of nice, in a way, to have that point of contact, that remembrance, the sense that in some universe beside me, he was still there, watching the funeral of hopefully someone more deserving. They did eventually get the taps-playing trumpet* to run its course. But, well, I'm not military: to me brass is brass, nothing more, nothing less. It is a little drama. Its meaning is only in what we make it.
* The argument can be made that it is a bugle, because it is meant to resemble a bugle. But a bugle apparently is so hard to find buglers for, because it is a device much harder to play that you'd think, because it has no valves and somehow you're supposed to spit one of five notes you want into it? Anyway, this device, with a loudspeaker, is at least more like a trumpet than a bugle, I think.