Subject: Epitaphs (Page 6)

I am anxiously expecting you. A.D. 1827 — Here I am! – A.D. 1867

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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.

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Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

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Here I lie, my name is Ball, I lived, I died, despised by all; and now I cannot chew my crust, I'm gone back to my ancient dust.

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Stranger pause my tale attend, and learn the cause of Hannah’s end. Across the world the wind did blow, she ketched a cold that laid her low. We shed a lot of tears ‘tis true, but life is short – aged 82.

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Hi! – Stay high – Bye

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Fhebe Sprague. – In the sixteenth year of her age, – Natively quick and spry – As all young people be, – When God commands them down to dust, – How quick they drop you see.

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Haine haint

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I've finally stopped getting dumber.

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… Dentist Brown – Is filling his last cavity.

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Here lies Estella – Who transported a large fortune to heaven, in acts of charity, and has gone thither to enjoy it.

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Here lies old Caleb Ham, by trade a bum. When de died the devil cried, Come, Caleb, come.

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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Beloved Husband of Joan, A Man With Nature, Who Loved Life & His Jigsaws – "Didjabringabeer"

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Erected to the memory of John Macfarlane. Drowned in the waters of Leith – by a few affectionate friends.

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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.

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Here lies Lester Moore. Four slugs from a .44. No Les, no more.

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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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Murdered by a traitor and coward whose name is not worthy to appear here

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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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Who lies here ? — Who do you think? 'Tis poor Will Gibson — give him a drink. Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why, when he was living, he always was dry.

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