Subject: Epitaphs (Page 26)

This Ain’t Bad _____ Once You Get Used To It

Wherever you be, let your wind go free. For holding it in, was the killing of me.

Here lies the body of Elred. At least he will be when he is dead. But now at this time he's still alive, 14th August '65.

Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes, My fate a useful moral teaches; The hole in which my body lies Would not contain one half my speeches

Here lies Sir John Guise: No one laughs, no one cries: Where he's gone, and how he fares, No one knows, and no one cares.

“Don’t Try”

Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

We must all die there is no doubt – Your glass is running… mine is out

Fair maiden Lilliard – lies under this stane – little was her stature – but muckle was her fame – upon the English loons – she laid monie thumps – and when her legs were cuttit off – she fought upon her stumps.

Dear God, Thanks

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

He lived and died by suicide

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

Here lies the body of Mary Morgan. Like the morning dew she glistened, exhaled, and went to heaven.

"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

Here lie Walker's particles.

Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.

Here lies Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

Office upstairs.

Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once and now I know it.