Author: Epitaph Page 14

“I did it my way and I wound up here.”

I came I know not whence, I go I know not whither.

I was not, I am not, I grieve not

Here Lieth W.W. – Who never more will, trouble you, trouble you

Dinah had a little can, 'Twas filled with kerosine. And soon among the twinkling stars – Dynamite Benzine.

Rich born, rich bred, yet Fate adverse, his wealth and fortune did reverse. He lived and died immensely poor, July the tenth aged ninety-four.

Leslie Nielsen (1926 – 2010) “Let ‘er rip”

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

… He's done a-catching cod, and gone to meet his God.

Here lies the body of Samuel Crane – He ran a race with a passenger train. He got to the crossing and almost across. Sam and his car was a total loss. Sams spirit now tolls his knell. That Sam is on his way to well – If he only took time to stop look and listen, He'd be living now instead of missing

Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it, – for colder are my friends above it.

He had six bullets but he needed seven.

Who lies here ? — Who do you think? 'Tis poor Will Gibson — give him a drink. Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why, when he was living, he always was dry.

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

When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

Sacred to Wm Collis boat-steerer of the ship St George of New Bedford, who by the will of Almighty God was killed by a whale off this Island

I had a lover's quarrel with the world

Here lies John Taggart, of honest fame, of stature low, and a leg lame; content he was with portion small, kept a shop in Wigtown, and that's all.

ASSMAN