Author: Epitaph

I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.

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Here lies old Caleb Ham, by trade a bum. When de died the devil cried, Come, Caleb, come.

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See how God works his wonders now and then, here lies a lawyer, and an honest man.

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This is to the memory of Ellen Hill, a woman who would always have her will. She snubbed her husband but she made good bread. Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s dead. She whipped her children and she drank her gin, whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in. May all such women go to some great fold, where they through all eternity may scold.

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John Summer – An English Teacher who Could not only Spell the word "Epitaph" correctly, But also knew what it means.

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He had six bullets but he needed seven.

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She was in health at 11.30 A. M. – And left for Heaven at 3.30 P. M.

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

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Let her RIP

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Here lie the remains of Thomas Woodhen. The most amiable of husbands And excellent of men. His real name was Woodcock, But it wouldn't come in rhyme.

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“I did it my way and I wound up here.”

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All you that please these lines to read, it will cause a tender heart to bleed, I murdered was up on the fell, and by the man I knew full well; by bread & butter which he'd laid, I, being harmless, was betray'd. I hope he will rewarded be, that laid the poison there for me.

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Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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Here lies Arnel. ‘You should see the other guy.’

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Haine haint

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Until the brakes are turned on time, – Life's throttle-valve shut down. – He works to pilot in the crew – That wears the martyr's crown. – On schedule time, on upper grade – Along the homeward section. – He lands his train in God's roundhouse – The mom of resurrection. – His time is full, no wages docked, – His name on God's pay roll. – And transportation through to Heaven – A free pass for his soul.

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Smart Humorous, Irreverent Tormented – Justin Arthur Frank, M.D. March 22, 1908 – January 20, 1986

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How did it get so dark ?!?

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Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

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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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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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