Subject: Epitaphs (Page 5)

He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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My father and mother were both insane. I inherited the terrible stain. My grandfather, grandmother, Aunts and uncles Were lunatics all And yet died of carbuncles

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A traveller lies here at rest, who life's rough ocean tossed on. His many virtues all expressed, thus simply – “I'm from Boston.”

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

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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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Let her RIP

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Here lies Arnel. ‘You should see the other guy.’

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A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

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I was somebody. – Who, is no business – of yours.

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Here lies the man Richard, and Mary his wife, whose surname was Prichard. They lived without strife, and the reason was plain. They abounded in riches, they had no care nor pain, and his wife wore the britches.

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Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast, physic their cobblers, and Death their last.

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H. L. Mencken 1880 – 1956 – If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl

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Factory Reject

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

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

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Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

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She was first cousin to Lady Jones. – And of such is the kingdom of heaven. – Amen.

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At last, a year-round resident

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And this is all that’s left of thee , thou fairest of earth’s daughters. Only four pounds of ashes white, out of two hundred and three quarters.

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Here lyeth wrapped in clay, the body of Ester Wray: I have no more to say, except bless the day, she went away 3rd May 1872.

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