Author: Epitaph Page 10

Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim. We made the mistake, but the joke's on him.

Here he lies, James T. Carson. He blew up his wife and was hung for arson.

Planted here beneath sod. At peaceful rest lies brother Claude

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.

Mitchell – Well This Sucks

Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

This Ain’t Bad _____ Once You Get Used To It

A rum cough carried him off.

These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

Here lies the body of Mary Morgan. Like the morning dew she glistened, exhaled, and went to heaven.

“Deeply regretted by all who never knew him.”

Behold! I come as a thief. – Death loves a shining mark. – In this case he had it.

Martha and I together lived – Just two years and a half; – She went first, and I followed after – the cow before the calf.

Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

HA! HA! I’m Pushing Up Daisies!!!

Here lies my wife in earthly mould, who, when she liv'd, did naught but scold; peace, wake her not, for now she's still, she had, but now I have my will.

Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

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WILLIAM WILSON – Here Lieth W.W., who never more will, trouble you, trouble you.

She drank good ale, good punch and wine and lived to the age of 99.

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.