Subject: Epitaphs (Page 13)

Until the brakes are turned on time, – Life's throttle-valve shut down. – He works to pilot in the crew – That wears the martyr's crown. – On schedule time, on upper grade – Along the homeward section. – He lands his train in God's roundhouse – The mom of resurrection. – His time is full, no wages docked, – His name on God's pay roll. – And transportation through to Heaven – A free pass for his soul.

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He had sand in his craw, But was slow on the draw, So we planted him ‘neath the daisies.

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This we must own in justice to her shade, `Tis the first bad exit Oldfield ever made.

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Here rests an old woman who always was tired, for she lived in a house where no help was hired; Her very last words were, “My friends I am goin*, to a land where there's nothin' of washin' or sewin', and everything there shall be just to ray wishes, for where they don't eat there's no washin' of dishes; the land with sweet anthems is constantly ringin', but having no voice I'll get clear of the singin'." She folded her hands, her latest endeavor, and whispered, "Oh nothin', sweet nothin forever."

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Well this was fun, let's dit again sometime.

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The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

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Exit Burbridge

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This man when alive was a slave, but behold such is fate, having died he is equal in power, to Darius the Great.

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Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

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She was never meant to be understood, just loved.

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Here Lies Joyce, She'd rather not, But no choice.

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I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.

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Here lies the man Richard, and Mary his wife, whose surname was Prichard. They lived without strife, and the reason was plain. They abounded in riches, they had no care nor pain, and his wife wore the britches.

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Elizabeth McFadden, wife of David P. Read. Died Feb. 28, 1859, in her 47th year. She never done a thing to displeas her husband.

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Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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Susan Tomkins here she lies, nobody laughs and nobody crys, where shes gone or how she fares nobody knows and nobody cares

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… Dentist Brown – Is filling his last cavity.

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Here lies the Body of Captain Tully. Aged an hundred and nine years fully. And threescore years before, as Mayor, the sword of this city he did bear. Nine of his wives do with him lie, so shall the tenth when she doth die.

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Here lies Arnel. ‘You should see the other guy.’

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A rum cough carried him off.

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I was Carolina Born – and Carolina bred – and here I lay – Carolina dead!

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