Subject: Epitaphs (Page 3)

Throughout his life he kneaded bread and deemed it quite a bore. But now six feet beneath earth's crust he needeth bread no more.

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Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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John Edwards who perished in a fire. None could hold a candle to him.

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

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Here lieth father Sparges, who died to save charges.

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Let her RIP

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Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, the planter of them, Isaac Greentree lies! A time shall come when these green trees shall fall, and Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

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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.

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Entombed within this vault a lawyer lies, who, fame assureth us was just and wise, an able advocate and honest too; that's wondrous strange, indeed, if it be true.

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Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent – In his last cosy tenement.

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Here lies entombed one Roger Morton, whose sudden death was early brought on; trying one day his corn to mow off, the razor slipped and cut his toe off. The toe, or rather what it grew to, an inflammation quickly flew to; the parts they took to mortifying, And poor dear Roger took to dying.

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I am not grieved, my dearest life. Sleep on, I've got another wife. Therefore, I cannot come to thee For I must go and live with she.

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I lodged have in many a town and travelled many a year. Till age and death have brought me down, to my last lodging here.

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Here Betsy Brown her body lies. Her soul is flying in the skies. While here on earth she oftimes spun six hundred skeins from sun to sun, and wove one day, her daughter brags, two hundred pounds of carpet rags.

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Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d—l.

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

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Here lies Lotta Dust.

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Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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This stone was raised by Frieda's Lord, not Frieda's virtues to record, for they are known to all the town. This stone was raised to keep her down.

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