Subject: Epitaphs

Epitaphs:

Humorous, wry or ironic inscriptions from tombs or graves (or a brief statement commemorating or epitomizing) the memory of a deceased person.

On this marble drop a tear — Here lies poor Rosalind: All mankind were pleas'd with her, And she with all mankind.

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Here lies the body of Elred. At least he will be when he is dead. But now at this time he's still alive, 14th August '65.

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Here lieth father Sparges, who died to save charges.

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Uncle Walter Loved To Spend. He Had No Money in the End. But with Many a Whiskey and Many a Wife, He Really Did Enjoy His Life.

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Pray, reader, stop, and read my fate, – What caused my life to terminate; – For thieves one night, when in my bed, – Broke in my house and shot me dead.

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His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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A traveller lies here at rest, who life's rough ocean tossed on. His many virtues all expressed, thus simply – “I'm from Boston.”

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She always said her feet were killing her – but nobody believed her.

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Here lies the body of Hannah Thurber. Once she talked none could curb her. Three husbands had she; all are dead. They died of earache, so ‘tis said!

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They abounded in riches but she wore the britches

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Tears cannot restore her –– therefore I weep.

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He took his beer from year to year – And then the bier took him.

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How did it get so dark ?!?

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Here lies Slip Mcvey. He would be here today, but bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away

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I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

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I am anxiously expecting you. A.D. 1827 — Here I am! – A.D. 1867

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I told you so. You damned fools.

(1866 – 1946) English author
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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.

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A peerless matron, pride of female life In every state, as widow, maid, or wife; who wedded, to threescore preserved her fame. She lived a phoenix, and expired in flame.

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Here lieth the body of my lovely dear wife Anne, who plays the poker machines whenever she can.

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Gone Underground For Good

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