Subject: Epitaphs (Page 18)

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

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Leslie Nielsen (1926 – 2010) “Let ‘er rip”

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Here lies John Taggart, of honest fame, of stature low, and a leg lame; content he was with portion small, kept a shop in Wigtown, and that's all.

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Moses White. His grand excellence was that he was genuine.

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“I See Dumb People”

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I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife. That something on this spot may boast of life. Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot. Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.

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A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

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Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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Here lies Sissie Chang – Fumbled a grenade, went out with a bang

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… With patience wait perforce to die And in a short time you'll come to I.

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Here lies the body of John Round. Lost at sea and never found.

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Sacred to the memory of Henry Harris who died from a kick by a colt in his bowells. Peacable and quiet, a friend to his father and mother, respected by all who knew him, gone to the world where horses don’t kick, where sorrow and weeping are no more.

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Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

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Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

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Buried here beneath this clay lies gardener John Arbothnaut Jay. Now in his simpeternal home, a constant source of high-grade loam.

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Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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John Rose, Died Jan. 27. 1810, aged 10 years. Dr Friends and companions all, pray warning take by me, don't venture on the ice too far, as `twas the death of me.

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

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Here lies the body of Mary Morgan. Like the morning dew she glistened, exhaled, and went to heaven.

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A Man.

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