Author: Epitaph

Louise. – The Unfortunate.

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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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Gone, but not forgiven

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Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

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How did it get so dark ?!?

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I was Carolina Born – and Carolina bred – and here I lay – Carolina dead!

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The death angel struck Alexander McGlue and gave him protracted repose; he wore a checked shirt and a No. 9 shoe And had a pink wart on his nose. No doubt he is happy a-dwelling in space over on the evergreen shore. His friends are informed that his funeral takes place at precisely a quarter past four.

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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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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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Let her RIP

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He got a fish bone in his throat – And then he sang an angel's note.

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Here lies the body of Martha Dias, who was always uneasy, and not over pious; she lived to the age of three score and ten, and gave that to the worms she refused to the men.

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Sacred to twins Charlie and Varlie. Sons of loving parents who died in infancy.

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In Memory of Jacob, third son of Capt. Jacob Rice, died May 7, 1818 Et. 9 yrs. – His death was occasioned by the fall of a dung fork, one tine penetrating his brain.

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Here lies Gilles – Used no net, knew no fear, made mis-step, wound up here

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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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Captain Thomas Coffin, died 1842, age 50 years. He's done a-catching cod and gone to meet his God.

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Sh-h-h

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As you are now, I once was. As I am now, you shall be. So prepare for death and follow me.

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To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went.

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

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