Author: Epitaph Page 14

Here lies Tommy Day, removed from over the way.

'Gone fishing', the sign said that hung upon the door. An Angel had put it there, God Was waiting on the shore.

He Never Killed a Man That Did Not Need Killing

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

A victim of fast women and slow horses.

In Memory of Jacob, third son of Capt. Jacob Rice, died May 7, 1818 Et. 9 yrs. – His death was occasioned by the fall of a dung fork, one tine penetrating his brain.

Let me out of here !!!

Planted here beneath sod. At peaceful rest lies brother Claude

Here beneath this pile of stones – Lies all thats left of Sally Jones. – Her name was Lord, it was not Jones, – But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.

Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

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.

Posterity will ne'er survey – A nobler grave than this: – Here lies the bones of Castlereagh: – Stop, traveller, and piss.

Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

Jack Lemmon In…

School is out. Teacher Has gone home

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

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

Here lies Fuller's earth.

The dust of Melantha Gribbling Swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

They abounded in riches but she wore the britches