Subject: Epitaphs (Page 11)

"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

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See, I told you I was SICK!

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Who lies here ? — Who do you think? 'Tis poor Will Gibson — give him a drink. Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why, when he was living, he always was dry.

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Wherever you be, let your wind go free. For holding it in, was the killing of me.

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They finally took Our good friend Scott, When a lightning bolt could not

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The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

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Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

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Here lies the body of Thomas Kemp, Who lived by wool and died by hemp

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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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Smart Humorous, Irreverent Tormented – Justin Arthur Frank, M.D. March 22, 1908 – January 20, 1986

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"I knew this was going to happen to me."

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Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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My wife lies here. All my tears cannot bring her back, Therefore, I weep.

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THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

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Peace to his hashes.

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The dust of Melantha Gribbling Swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

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

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent – In his last cosy tenement.

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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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