Subject: Epitaphs (Page 17)

Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake. Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.

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Bill Blake – was hanged by mistake.

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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On the 22nd of June. Jonathan Fiddle Went out of tune.

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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Here lies the body of Ephraim Wise. Safely tucked between his two wives. One was Tillie and the other Sue. Both were faithful, loyal, and true. By his request in ground that's hilly. His coffin is set tilted toward Tillie.

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We all have a debt – To nature due – I've paid mine – And so must you.

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Struck by thunder.

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Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

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John Palfryman who is buried here, was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies, likewise his father when he dies.

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Lie heavy on him, earth, for he laid many a heavy load on thee.

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Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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Here lies my wife, poor Molly, let her lie, she finds repose at last, and so do I.

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Father and Mother and I choose to be buried asunder. Father and Mother here, and I buried yonder.

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

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I’d rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.

(234 – 149 BC) Roman statesman
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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.

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

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Here Betsy Brown her body lies. Her soul is flying in the skies. While here on earth she oftimes spun six hundred skeins from sun to sun, and wove one day, her daughter brags, two hundred pounds of carpet rags.

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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“Don’t Try”

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