Subject: Epitaphs (Page 6)

Here lies Charles. Had six guns Needed seven. Now he is in heaven

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Here richly, with ridiculous display, the politician’s corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

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Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here; blessed be the man that spares these stones, and curst be he that moves my bones.

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I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

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I knew if I waited around long enough something like this would happen.

(1856 – 1950) Irish playwright & socialist
Death Epitaphs

Samuel Gardner was blind in one eye and in a moment of confusion he stepped out of a receiving and discharging door in one of the warehouses into the ineffable glories of the celestial sphere.

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I Made Some Good Deals and I Made Some Bad Ones. I Really Went in the Hole With This One.

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This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

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

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Here lies – Johnny Yeast – Pardon me – For not rising.

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Susan Tomkins here she lies, nobody laughs and nobody crys, where shes gone or how she fares nobody knows and nobody cares

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Here lies the Body of Captain Tully. Aged an hundred and nine years fully. And threescore years before, as Mayor, the sword of this city he did bear. Nine of his wives do with him lie, so shall the tenth when she doth die.

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On the 22nd of June. Jonathan Fiddle Went out of tune.

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Poor John Scott is buried here, tho' once he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on his bitter bier, in another world he hops about.

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Underneath this ancient pew, lie the remains of Jonathan Blue; his name was Black, but that wouldn't do.

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Returned – Unopened

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In the pride of his manhood he heard the last call, – Though first in the field where his feet pressed the sod. – He hath gained his last wicket and thrown his last ball, – To join in the choir 'round the throne of his God.

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Ebenezer Dockwood aged forty seven. A miser and a hypocrite and never went to Heaven.

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Shall all we die? We shall die all. All die shall we? Die all we shall.

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Here lies Ezekiel Aikle Age 102 – The Good Die Young.

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Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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