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

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Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim. We made the mistake, but the joke's on him.

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Here lies the body of Edward Hyde. We laid him here because he died.

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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

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On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders: Here lies my husbands 1 – 2 – 3. As still as men could ever be. As for the fourth: Praise be to God He still abides above the sod: Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names and to make things tidy I'll add his – James.

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Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

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

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Jonathan Grober died dead sober. Lord thy wonders never cease.

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

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Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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He was a man of invention great – Above all who he lived nigh; – But he could not invent to live – When God called him to die.

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This is to the memory of Ellen Hill, a woman who would always have her will. She snubbed her husband but she made good bread. Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s dead. She whipped her children and she drank her gin, whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in. May all such women go to some great fold, where they through all eternity may scold.

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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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Stranger pause my tale attend, and learn the cause of Hannah’s end. Across the world the wind did blow, she ketched a cold that laid her low. We shed a lot of tears ‘tis true, but life is short – aged 82.

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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers) Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl. Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."

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

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Our Little Charlie – He dropped into our world to taste life’s bitter cup, but turned his little head aside, disgusted with the taste and died.

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Here lie the remains of Thomas Woodhen. The most amiable of husbands And excellent of men. His real name was Woodcock, But it wouldn't come in rhyme.

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