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This Empty Urn is Sacred to the Memory of John Revere Who Died Abroad in Finistere: If He Had Lived He Would Have Been Buried Here.

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Here lies Tommy Day, removed from over the way.

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This is on me.

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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She tormented him until he dried up like a bundle of Straw.

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"May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead"

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Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

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Hell no! I came here to die not to make a speech!

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DOUBT – Martha Mae “Take the back roads!” • Bill – “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”

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Here lies John Ross, kick'd by a boss.

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Here he lies, James T. Carson. He blew up his wife and was hung for arson.

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Sacred to the remains of Jonathan Thompson. A pious Christian and affectionate husband. His disconsolate widow continues to carry on his grocery business At the old stand on Main Street: Cheapest and best prices in town.

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G. Winch, the brewer, lies buried here. In life he was both hale and stout. Death brought him to his bitter bier. Now in heaven he hops about.

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Here lies John Auricular, Who in the ways of the Lord walked perpendicular.

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Here lies poor Ned Pardon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack; He led such a damnable life in this world, I don't think he'll ever come back.

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Sacred to the memory of My husband John Barnes Who died January 3, 1803. His comely young widow, aged 23, has many qualifications of a good wife, and yearns to be comforted.

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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 Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

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

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Here lies Sissie Chang – Fumbled a grenade, went out with a bang

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Charlie was a chemist, but Charlie is no more. What Charlie thought was H20 was H2SO4.

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