Author: Epitaph Page 21

A thousand ways cut short our days, none are exempt from death. A honey-bee by stinging me did stop my mortal breath.

Here lies Donnie Cornwell, good and dead. In an extra large coffin to fit his extra large head.

Hedemark (1949-2001) – See You Soon

Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

Well this was fun, let's dit again sometime.

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

“I’m just resting my eyes”

Rest In Peace Cousin Huet – We all know you didn't do it

Louise. – The Unfortunate.

Poor John Scott is buried here, tho' once he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on his bitter bier, in another world he hops about.

Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

Here lies Charles. Had six guns Needed seven. Now he is in heaven

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

Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

Let me out of here !!!

He lived one hundred and five. Sanguine and strong. A hundred to five, you live not so long.

18 years a maiden, 1 year a wife, 1 day a mother, then I lost my life.

A bird, a man, a loaded gun. No bird, dead man, thy will be done.

Lie heavy on him, earth, for he laid many a heavy load on thee.

Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.

I don't know how to die.