Subject: Epitaphs (Page 19)

Shot in the back by a dirty rat

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

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Here lies a man never beat by a plan, straight was his aim and sure of his game, never was a lover but invented a revolver.

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I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

(1900 – 1978) American actress & novelist
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School is out. Teacher Has gone home

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Here lies Martin Elmrod. Have mercy on my soul, good God, as I would do were I Lord God, and you were Martin Elmrod.

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Was suddenly killed at early dawn, July 4th, 1842, by the explosion of a small canon, aged 15 years

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Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

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… But the reason why I am here interred according to my thinking, – Is owing to my good living and hard drinking, – If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long – Don't drink to much wine, brandy, gin, or any thing strong.

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Here lies the body of Emily White, she signalled left, and then turned right.

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This is to the memory of Ellen Hill, a woman who would always have her will. She snubbed her husband but she made good bread. Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s dead. She whipped her children and she drank her gin, whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in. May all such women go to some great fold, where they through all eternity may scold.

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Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, Sept. 18, 18__. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.

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Beneath this stone lies Lamb asleep, who died a Lamb who lived a sheep. Many a lamb and sheep he slaughtered but cruel Death the scene has altered.

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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A rum cough carried him off.

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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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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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An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist
Death Epitaphs

Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d…l.

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Hi! – Stay high – Bye

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

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