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Accidentally shot as a mark of affection by his brother. After life's fever, I sleep well.

Shot in the back by a dirty rat

On the whole I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

Here I at length repose, My spirit now at aise is; With the tips of my toes And the point of my nose Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

Bill Blake – was hanged by mistake.

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.

H. L. Mencken 1880 – 1956 – If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl

While on earth my knee was lame, I had to nurse and heed it. But now I’m at a better place, where I don’t even need it.

The body that lies buried here – By lightning fell, death's sacrifice, – To him Elijah's fate was given – He rode on flames of fire to heaven.

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

Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid, but died an old Mann…

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

She was first cousin to Lady Jones. – And of such is the kingdom of heaven. – Amen.

Beneath this stone our baby lies, it neither cries nor hollers, It lived but one and twenty days, and cost us forty dollars.

18 years a maiden, 1 year a wife, 1 day a mother, then I lost my life.

Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty's will, then rise unchanged, and be an angel still.

Rodney Dangerfield – There Goes The Neighborhood

Sweet Leota Beloved by All In Regions Beyond Now But Having a Ball

Fhebe Sprague. – In the sixteenth year of her age, – Natively quick and spry – As all young people be, – When God commands them down to dust, – How quick they drop you see.