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.

Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

Tabitha wife of Moses Fledger Aged 55 – We shall miss thee, mother (Job printing neatly done.)

Assuming my death has occurred, and five doctors have concurred. Please REVIVE me! If you can get no breath, take the person who caused my death, and bury them right beside me.

Jack Lemmon In…

He heard the angels calling him, from the celestial shore. He flopped his wings and away he flew, to make one angel more.

“I’m just resting my eyes”

Here I at length repose, My spirit now at aise is; With the tips of my toes And the point of my nose Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

Here lies the father of 29; he would have had more but he didn't have time.

She was first cousin to Lady Jones. – And of such is the kingdom of heaven. – Amen.

Here lies Jim Shaw, attorney-at-law. When he died the devil cried, give me your paw, Jim Shaw, Attorney at law.

He never won immortal fame, nor conquered earthly ills, but men weep for him all the same, he always paid his bills.

Struck by thunder.

Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it, – for colder are my friends above it.

Here lies the body Of Margaret Bent. She kicked up her heels And away she went.

Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

Close behind this stone Here lies alone Captain Reynolds Marvin Expecting his wife When ends her life. And we both are freed from sarvin',

Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

1890. The light of my Life has gone out. – 1891. I have struck another match.

She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

Here Lieth W.W. – Who never more will, trouble you, trouble you