Author: Epitaph Page 14

Farewell my young companions all. From death's arrest no age is free. Remember this, a warning call. Prepare to follow after me.

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Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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I was not, I am not, I grieve not

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Here lies Frank a shining light, whose name, life, actions all were white.

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The manner of her death was thus; She was druv over by a Bus.

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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 Detlof Swenson, waiter. God finally caught his eye.

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At last, a year-round resident

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Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

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None of us ever voted for Roosevelt or Truman

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We all have a debt – To nature due – I've paid mine – And so must you.

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

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“Here lies my wife in earthy mold, Who when she died and naught but scold. Good friends go softly in your walking lest she should wake and rise up talking”

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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At length a grave spots for him provided, where all through him so many of us died did.

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I Was Supposed To Live To Be 102 and Be Shot By A Jealous Husband

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I am not grieved, my dearest life. Sleep on, I've got another wife. Therefore, I cannot come to thee For I must go and live with she.

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Ruth and Johnny, Side by side, Went out for an auto ride, They hit a bump. Ruth hit a tree, And John kept going – Ruthlessly.

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

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

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