Subject: Epitaphs (Page 27)

Here lies my wife in earthly mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! Wake her not, for now she’s still, she had; but now I have my will.

Sacred to the memory of Henry Harris who died from a kick by a colt in his bowells. Peacable and quiet, a friend to his father and mother, respected by all who knew him, gone to the world where horses don’t kick, where sorrow and weeping are no more.

To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu. Born 15 September 1822. Accidentally shot 4th April 1844. As a mark of affection from his brother

Bye

This is the grave of Mike O’Day, who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong, but he’s just as dead as if he’d been wrong.

Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery free, Who long was a bookseller's hack. He led such a damnable life in this world I don't think he'll ever come back.

I was not, I am not, I grieve not

He was a simple man who died of complications.

He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.

He was a man of invention great – Above all who he lived nigh; – But he could not invent to live – When God called him to die.

Here I lie, snuck as a bug in a rug – Two rows down in same cemetery – Here I lie, snugger than that other bugger

Neal Keven – His accounts were found square to a cent.

This we must own in justice to her shade, `Tis the first bad exit Oldfield ever made.

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

Here lies a man beneath this sod, – Who slandered all except his God, – And him he would have slandered too, – But that his God he never knew.

That's all, folks!

(1908 – 1989) voice actor & comedian (voice of cartoon character Porky Pig)

Legacy of BPH – Liar • Thief • Cheat • Selfish • Unsharing • Unloving • Unkind • Disloyal • Dishonorable • Unfaithful

Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

To the Green Memory of William Hawkings, Gardener: Planted Here With Love and Care By His Grieving Colleagues

“I See Dumb People”

Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.