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To the Green Memory of William Hawkings, Gardener: Planted Here With Love and Care By His Grieving Colleagues

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Here lies Scott Jacobson – Who came upon an evil lich, he didn't even think to run, and ended up in this ditch

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I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd. Sure life's a game of cricket; I block'd with care, with caution popp'd, yet Death has hit my wicket.

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See, I told you I was SICK!

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I put my wife beneath this stone, for her repose and for my own.

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Ma Loves Pa – Pa Loves Women – Ma Caught Pa, With 2 in Swimmin – Here Lies Pa…

Lawrence L. Cook Jr. 10-29-1934 — 8-1-2004

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Here lies the body of Richard Thomas, an Englishman by birth, a Whig of '76 – a Cooper by trade, now food for worms. Like an old rum puncheon whose staves are all marked and numbered he will be raised and put together again by his Maker.

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Here lies the body of William Beck – He was thrown at a hunt and broke his neck.

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Beneath this silent tomb is laid, a noisy antiquated maid, who from her cradle talked till death, and ne'er before was out of breath.

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of wounds, but the other was drownded.

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Here lies a man never beat by a plan, straight was his aim and sure of his game, never was a lover but invented a revolver.

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At last, a year-round resident

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Here lies my corpse who was the man, That lov'd a sop in dripping pan, But now believe me I am dead, Now here the pan stands at my head, Still for sop to the last I cry'd, But could not eat and so I died, My neighbours they perhaps may laugh, When they do read my epitaph.

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Here lies Sir John Guise: No one laughs, no one cries: Where he's gone, and how he fares, No one knows, and no one cares.

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He didn't believe in God; And when he did, they argued.

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Underneath this ancient pew, lie the remains of Jonathan Blue; his name was Black, but that wouldn't do.

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

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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Beneath this stone lies Lamb asleep, who died a Lamb who lived a sheep. Many a lamb and sheep he slaughtered but cruel Death the scene has altered.

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Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

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