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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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This Ain’t Bad _____ Once You Get Used To It

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Here lies Groucho Marx and Lies and Lies and Lies

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Here lies the body of Miriam Wood, formerly wife to John Smith. A woman well beloved of all her neighbors for her care of small folks' education, their number being great, that when she died she scarcely left her mate: so wise discreet was her behaviours that she was well esteemed by neighbors. She lived in love with all to die so let her rest to eternitye.

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Longest Live Burial World Record Attempt.

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Under this yew tree, buried would he be, because his father – he planted this yew tree.

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“Don’t Try”

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I am anxiously expecting you. A.D. 1827 — Here I am! – A.D. 1867

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Here lies Gilles – Used no net, knew no fear, made mis-step, wound up here

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She failed her breathalizer test now she lays with the best

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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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Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit, The wife of Deacon Amos Shute. She died of drinking too much coffee, Anno Dominy eighteen forty

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Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

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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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Approach and read, now with your hats on, for here lies Bailie William Watson; who was famous for his thinking, and moderation in his drinking.

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Moses White. His grand excellence was that he was genuine.

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Here lies Robert Trollope Who made yon stones roll up. When death took his soul up His body filled this hole up.

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This is what I expected, but not so soon.

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Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here; blessed be the man that spares these stones, and curst be he that moves my bones.

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Good friends for Jesus' sake forbear – To stir the dust enclosed here. – Blest be the man who spares these stones – And cursed be he who moves my bones.

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Here lies Kelly, we buried him today. He lived the life of Riley, when Riley was away!

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