Subject: Epitaphs (Page 13)

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

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Hell no! I came here to die not to make a speech!

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Let her RIP

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Here lies Lotta Dust.

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

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Here lies the body of old Uncle David, who died in the hope of being saved. Where he's gone or how he fares, nobody knows and nobody cares.

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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The winter snow congealed his form, but now we know our Uncle’s warm.

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Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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Here lies Gilles – Used no net, knew no fear, made mis-step, wound up here

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Stephen and Time are now both even. Stephen beat Time and now Time's beat Stephen.

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“I’m just resting my eyes”

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Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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Gone, but not forgiven

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Here lies John Auricular, Who in the ways of the Lord walked perpendicular.

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He died in bed.

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Here lies an Atheist. All dressed up and no place to go.

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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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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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She lived a life of virtue and died of the cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in hope of a blessed immortality.

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The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

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