Subject: Epitaphs (Page 18)

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

(1900 – 1978) American actress & novelist

Sacred to the memory of Major James Brush, Royal Artillery, who was killed by the accidental discharge of a pistol by his orderly…

Here lies Andrew – The quality of his armor was not assured

Agreeable to the memory of Mrs Alinda Tewksbury. She was not a beleiver [sic] in the Christian idolitry.

Hold my drink, you're gonna' love this.

In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

He is not here – But only his pod; He shelled out his peas – And went to his God.

Here lie Walker's particles.

Grim death took me without any warning, I was well at night, and died in the morning.

Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

Here lies the body of Jonathan Stout. He fell in the water and never got out, And still is supposed to be floating about.

He looked for gold and died of lead poison

Hooray my brave boys let's rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived he would have buried us all.

Dinah had a little can, 'Twas filled with kerosine. And soon among the twinkling stars – Dynamite Benzine.

Here lies entombed one Roger Morton, whose sudden death was early brought on; trying one day his corn to mow off, the razor slipped and cut his toe off. The toe, or rather what it grew to, an inflammation quickly flew to; the parts they took to mortifying, And poor dear Roger took to dying.

He got a fish bone in his throat – And then he sang an angel's note.

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.

Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

Here lies Ezekiel Aikle Age 102 – The Good Die Young.

Sacred to the remains of Jonathan Thompson. A pious Christian and affectionate husband. His disconsolate widow continues to carry on his grocery business At the old stand on Main Street: Cheapest and best prices in town.

Rodney Dangerfield – There Goes The Neighborhood