Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

"Here I lie, and no wonder I am dead, for the wheel of a wagon went over my head."

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Here lies poor but honest Bryan Tunstall. He was a most expert angler until Death envious of his art, threw out his line hooked him, and landed him here the 21st day of April, 1790

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Here lies Dodge, who dodged all good, and dodged a deal of evil. But after dodging all he could, he could not dodge the devil.

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A Funny Thing Happened

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Reader pass on and ne'er waste your time, On bad biography and bitter rhyme. For what I am this cumb'rous clay insures, And what I was, is no affair of yours.

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Here lies the body Of Margaret Bent. She kicked up her heels And away she went.

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Beneath this grassy Mound now rests One Edgar Oscar Earl, Who to another Hunter looked Exactly like a squirrel.

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Louise. – The Unfortunate.

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Brigham Young – born on this spot 1801 – a man of much courage and superb equipment.

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Getting there is half the fun!

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Don’t Talk So Damn Dumb

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Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

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Grim death took me without any warning. I was well at night, and dead in the morning.

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This is the last long resting place, Of Aunt Jemima Jones, Her soul ascended into space, Amidst our tears and groans, She was not pleasing to the eye, Nor had she any brain, And when she talked twas through her nose, Which gave her friends much pain, But still we feel that she was worth, The money that was spent, upon the coffin, hearse and stone (The funeral plumes were lent).

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Here lies within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; who thought no song was like a psalm, no music like a knell.

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Here beneath this pile of stones – Lies all thats left of Sally Jones. – Her name was Lord, it was not Jones, – But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.

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Beneath this stone now dead to grief Lies Grid the famous Wokag chief. Pause here and think you learned prig, This man was once an Indian big. Consider this, ye lowly one, this man was once a big in-jun. Now he lies here, you too must rot, as sure as pig shall go to pot.

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Here lies my poor wife, much lamented, She is happy and I am contented.

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The dame that rests beneath this tomb, had Rachel's beauty, Leah's fruitful womb, Abigail's wisdom, Lydia's faithful heart, Martha's just care, and Mary's better part.

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'Gone fishing', the sign said that hung upon the door. An Angel had put it there, God Was waiting on the shore.

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A rum cough carried him off.

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