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Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

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To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

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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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Sacred To the Memory of LEWIS WICKS, who was killed on Thursday the 4, Oct. at 2 O'ck. P.M. by a waggon loaded with hay running over his brest. AD.1821 AE 56 years 3 mo. & 4 d's. who has left an affectionate Consort, and numerous friends to lament his loss.

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Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

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Here lies John Hill, a man of skill. His age was five times ten, he ne'er did good, nor ever would, had he lived as long again.

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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

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Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, mouth almighty and teeth according. Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, if he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder.

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Two great physicians first, my Loving husband tried, to cure my pain, in vain. At last he got a third, and then I died.

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Come blooming youths, as you pass by, And on these lines do cast an eye. As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, so must you be; Prepare for death and follow me.

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

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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 the body of poor Aunt Charlotte. Born a virgin, died a harlot. For 16 years she kept her virginity, a damn'd long time for this vicinity.

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His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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Hedemark (1949-2001) – See You Soon

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

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Many a heart by sorrow pressed, doth envy me my peaceful rest

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#$%& @!&% #?!$% @?*&!@^#!* @*$! &!%?

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Here lieth father Sparges, who died to save charges.

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Here lies Dead Tom

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Curiosity did not kill this cat.

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