Subject: Epitaphs (Page 20)

Sudden and unexpected was the end – Of our esteemed and beloved friend, – He gave to all his friends a sudden shock – By one day falling into Sunderland dock.

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They were two living sisters, who in this dust do lie. The very day Annie was buried Elizabeth did die.

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Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

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As you are now, I once was. As I am now, you shall be. So prepare for death and follow me.

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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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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.

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

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I was somebody. – Who, is no business – of yours.

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Here lies Frank a shining light, whose name, life, actions all were white.

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A Man.

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Gone Underground For Good

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Here lies interr'd a man o' micht, they ca'd him Malcolm Downie; he lost his life ae market night, by fa'ing aff his pownie. [pony] Aged 37 Years.

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Of him within, nought e'er gratis was had, that you read this so cheap now makes him sad.

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Here Lies Jane Smith Wife of Thomas Smith Marble Cutter: This monument erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory and a specimen of his work. Monuments of this style are two hundred and fifty dollars.

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Uncle Walter Loved To Spend. He Had No Money in the End. But with Many a Whiskey and Many a Wife, He Really Did Enjoy His Life.

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OK . . . I gotta go now.

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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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Where did everybody go?

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His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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Here lies – Johnny Yeast – Pardon me – For not rising.

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