Subject: Epitaphs (Page 25)

The manner of her death was thus; She was druv over by a Bus.

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Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.

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Goembel John E. – 1867–1946 – "The defense rests."

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor who purged but didn't call the doctor: she couldn't stay, she had to go praise God from whom all blessings flow.

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Never born, Never died: visited the planet earth between December 11, 1931 and, January 19, 1990.

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See how God works his wonders now and then, here lies a lawyer, and an honest man.

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Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? Quite well, I bet, Since it's well fed By her body decomposing below.

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Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

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Here lies Ned. There is nothing more to be said, because we like to speak well of the dead. I came into this world without my consent, and left in the same manner.

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Here lies Scott Jacobson – Who came upon an evil lich, he didn't even think to run, and ended up in this ditch

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She drank good ale, good punch and wine and lived to the age of 99.

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"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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Stranger pause and shed a tear, for Mary Jane lies buried here. Mingled in a most surprising manner with Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

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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 Elizabeth, my wife for 47 years, and this is the first damn thing she ever done to oblige me.

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On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders: Here lies my husbands 1 – 2 – 3. As still as men could ever be. As for the fourth: Praise be to God He still abides above the sod: Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names and to make things tidy I'll add his – James.

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A Finished Artist

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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.

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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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I told you so. You damned fools.

(1866 – 1946) English author
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