Subject: Epitaphs (Page 15)

This is the grave of Mike O'Day, Who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong. But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.

Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger – But slow on the draw.

Here lies Elizabeth, my wife for 47 years, and this is the first damn thing she ever done to oblige me.

Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; when alive he was Mudd, but now he's only dirt

I Made Some Good Deals and I Made Some Bad Ones. I Really Went in the Hole With This One.

“I did it my way and I wound up here.”

I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd. Sure life's a game of cricket; I block'd with care, with caution popp'd, yet Death has hit my wicket.

Now Go Away and Leave Me Alone

Here lyeth wrapped in clay, the body of Ester Wray: I have no more to say, except bless the day, she went away 3rd May 1872.

Here lies England's premier baron, patiently awaiting the last trump.

Mitchell – Well This Sucks

Here lies the darling of his time – Mitchel expired in his prime. – Who four years short of forty seven – Was found full ripe and plucked for Heaven.

They abounded in riches but she wore the britches

Don't worry, I'm merely catching up with sleep.

I Was Supposed To Live To Be 102 and Be Shot By A Jealous Husband

Gone Underground For Good

Tears cannot restore her –– therefore I weep.

Here lies one that once was born and cried, Lived several years — and then he died

Here lies the bones of Eichard Lawton – Whose death alas I was strangely brought on. – Trying his corns one day to mow off. – His razor slipped and cut his toe off. – His toe or rather what it grew to, – An inflimation quickly flew to. – Which took alas to mortifying – And was the cause of Eichards dying.

He married five wives, Whom he survived. At the age of 93 he walked to London, to seek a sixth but died before he found her.

He died in bed.