Author: Epitaph

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, the planter of them, Isaac Greentree lies! A time shall come when these green trees shall fall, and Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

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He called Bill Smith a liar

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Hell no! I came here to die not to make a speech!

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Praises on tombs are trifles vainly spent; a man's good name is his best monument.

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Here lies Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

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Close behind this stone Here lies alone Captain Reynolds Marvin Expecting his wife When ends her life. And we both are freed from sarvin',

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Fhebe Sprague. – In the sixteenth year of her age, – Natively quick and spry – As all young people be, – When God commands them down to dust, – How quick they drop you see.

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Here lies Estella – Who transported a large fortune to heaven, in acts of charity, and has gone thither to enjoy it.

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Here lies the body of Samuel Crane – He ran a race with a passenger train. He got to the crossing and almost across. Sam and his car was a total loss. Sams spirit now tolls his knell. That Sam is on his way to well – If he only took time to stop look and listen, He'd be living now instead of missing

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

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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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Transplanted

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Here lies young Ezikel Height, died from jumping Jim Smith’s claim; didn’t happen at the mining site, the claim he jumped, was Jim Smith’s dame.

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

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A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

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Old Vicar Sutor lieth here, Who had a Mouth from ear to ear. Reader tread lightly on the sod. For if he gapes, you're gone by G —.

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Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

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

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Planted here beneath sod. At peaceful rest lies brother Claude

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Here lies Slip Mcvey. He would be here today, but bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away

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Here lies one that once was born and cried, Lived several years — and then he died

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