Author: Epitaph Page 12

She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

Poor Martha Snell, she's gone away. She would if she could, but she could not stay; she'd two bad legs, and a baddish cough, but her legs it was that carried her off.

This Empty Urn is Sacred to the Memory of John Revere Who Died Abroad in Finistere: If He Had Lived He Would Have Been Buried Here.

Here lies Bob Master. Faith! t’was very hard to take away an honest Robin’s breath. Yes, surely Robin was full well prepared, for he was always looking out for death.

Brigham Young – born on this spot 1801 – a man of much courage and superb equipment.

Murdered by a traitor and coward whose name is not worthy to appear here

Scotty… beam me up!

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

John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

Excuse Me

Here lies the Body of Captain Tully. Aged an hundred and nine years fully. And threescore years before, as Mayor, the sword of this city he did bear. Nine of his wives do with him lie, so shall the tenth when she doth die.

This is on me.

Here lies Tommy Day, removed from over the way.

Here lies the body of Elred. At least he will be when he is dead. But now at this time he's still alive, 14th August '65.

I will NOT be right back after this message.

Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

He is not here – But only his pod; He shelled out his peas – And went to his God.

I told you so, you damned fools.

Born of woman, killed by lead. I most likely had your wife in bed.

A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.