Subject: Epitaphs (Page 6)

This stone was raised to Sarah Ford, not Sarah's virtues to record, for they're well known to all the town. No Lord; it was raised to keep her down.

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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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None of us ever voted for Roosevelt or Truman

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

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Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust. Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.

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She did what she could. Not Goodbye, but au revoir. In loving memory of My Dear Wife Annie Edith Faithfull (1877–1954)

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of his wounds but the other was drownded.

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Here lies the body of our Anna, Done to death by a banana. It wasn't the fruit that laid her low, But the skin of the thing that made her go.

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 Here lies the body of Dr Hayward, a man who never voted. Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.

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Richard Kell Munson (1924-2004) Lovingly Known As Doctor Dick

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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 started out in life with the idea, that the world had an opening for me. And it did.

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I told you so. You damned fools.

(1866 – 1946) English author
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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

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Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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

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… Here lie the bones of Sophie Jones; for her death held no terrors. She was born a maid and died a maid. No hits, no runs, no heirs.

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He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.

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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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This debt I owe is justly due, and I am come to sleep with you.

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Here lies Clyde – Whose life was full – Until he tried – To milk a bull.

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