Subject: Epitaphs (Page 9)

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.

At last, a year-round resident

Here lies the body of Thomas Kemp, Who lived by wool and died by hemp

Here lies Elizabeth, my wife for 47 years, and this is the first damn thing she ever done to oblige me.

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

Stranger pause and shed a tear, for Mary Jane lies buried here. Mingled in a most surprising manner with Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

Getting there is half the fun!

Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton – She was a wife that never vexed one. – But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone.

36-33-01-24-17 – Honey you don't know what you did for me, – Always playing the lottery. – The numbers you picked came in to play, – Two days after you passed away. – For this, a huge monument I do erect, – For now I get a yearly check. – How I wish you were alive, – For now we are worth 8.5

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

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

Beneath this stone our baby lies, it neither cries nor hollers, It lived but one and twenty days, and cost us forty dollars.

Charlie was a chemist, but Charlie is no more. What Charlie thought was H20 was H2SO4.

She lived genteely on a small income.

Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

One Errant Female Has Fun – The Ornament of Her Generation – Beautiful. Witty. Brilliant. Talented. Elegant. Charming. Frugal and Modest. – Erected By Herself

He married five wives, Whom he survived. At the age of 93 he walked to London, to seek a sixth but died before he found her.

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

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

Here lies the body of Hannah Thurber. Once she talked none could curb her. Three husbands had she; all are dead. They died of earache, so ‘tis said!

I would – rather be here – than in Texas.