Author: Epitaph

Here lies the man Richard, and Mary his wife, whose surname was Prichard. They lived without strife, and the reason was plain. They abounded in riches, they had no care nor pain, and his wife wore the britches.

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Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

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Peace to his hashes.

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Here lieth father Sparges, who died to save charges.

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Let me out of here !!!

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Throughout his life he kneaded bread and deemed it quite a bore. But now six feet beneath earth's crust he needeth bread no more.

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Been Here: Now Gone: Had a Good Time.

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Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast, poor Tom's mizzen topsail is laid to the mast; he'll never turn out, or more heave the lead; he's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead. He ever was brisk, and tho' now gone to wreck. When he hears the last whistle, he'll jump upon deck.

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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

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And this is all that’s left of thee , thou fairest of earth’s daughters. Only four pounds of ashes white, out of two hundred and three quarters.

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Don't worry, I'm merely catching up with sleep.

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A rum cough carried him off.

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Here lies an honest lawyer – and that is Strange.

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down – it was.

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There once was a man named Don, who fell asleep out on his lawn. They thought he was pretending to be dead, then a tombstone fell on his head. And now Don is long gone.

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This stone was raised by Frieda's Lord, not Frieda's virtues to record, for they are known to all the town. This stone was raised to keep her down.

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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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Elizabeth Scott lies buried here, She was born Nov 20th 1785, according to the best of her recollection.

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Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

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Poor Betty Conway, she drank lemonade at a masquerade, So now she's dead and gone away.

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