Subject: Epitaphs (Page 23)

Here lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins!

Gone, but not forgiven

Here lies the body of Martha Dias, Who was always uneasy and not over pious, She liv'd to the age of threescore and ten, And gave that to the worms she refus'd to the men.

This is on me.

Here lies a man named Zeke. Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.

Here lies Estella – Who transported a large fortune to heaven, in acts of charity, and has gone thither to enjoy it.

John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

Born of woman, killed by lead. I most likely had your wife in bed.

Here lies Arnel. ‘You should see the other guy.’

18 years a maiden, 1 year a wife, 1 day a mother, then I lost my life.

Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale.

Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty's will, then rise unchanged, and be an angel still.

I would – rather be here – than in Texas.

Here Lies Good Old Fred – A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head – R.I.P.

Poor John Scott is buried here, tho' once he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on his bitter bier, in another world he hops about.

Samuel Gardner was blind in one eye and in a moment of confusion he stepped out of a receiving and discharging door in one of the warehouses into the ineffable glories of the celestial sphere.

Richard Kell Munson (1924-2004) Lovingly Known As Doctor Dick

Stop, reader, pray and read my gate. What caused my life to terminate. For thieves by night when in my bed Broke in my house and shot me dead.

Here lie Walker's particles.

I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

A traveller lies here at rest, who life's rough ocean tossed on. His many virtues all expressed, thus simply – “I'm from Boston.”