Author: Epitaph Page 18

He had six bullets but he needed seven.

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Stranger pause and shed a tear, for Mary Jane lies buried here. Mingled in a most surprising manner with Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

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The manner of her death was thus; She was druv over by a Bus.

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An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

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OOPS!, he died – Love from us your father, Tom jr. and Mary

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

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Here lies Ezekiel Aikle Age 102 – The Good Die Young.

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Dear Sister, Here lies the body of Mary Ford. We hope her soul is with the Lord But if for hell she's changed this life, better live there than as J. Ford's wife.

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She failed her breathalizer test now she lays with the best

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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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Here lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins!

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Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

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The children of Israel wanted bread and the Lord sent them manna. Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, and the Devil sent him Anna.

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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 Emily White, she signalled left, and then turned right.

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

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I'll thank you not to put your butt on my grave.

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Buried here beneath this clay lies gardener John Arbothnaut Jay. Now in his simpeternal home, a constant source of high-grade loam.

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

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent – In his last cosy tenement.

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In memory of Richard Fothergill, who met vierlent death near this spot 18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot by his own pistill. It was not one of the new kind; but an old fashioned brass barrell. Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.

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