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.

I would – rather be here – than in Texas.

Father and Mother and I choose to be buried asunder. Father and Mother here, and I buried yonder.

“Here lies my wife in earthy mold, Who when she died and naught but scold. Good friends go softly in your walking lest she should wake and rise up talking”

Grim death took me without any warning. I was well at night, and dead in the morning.

Here lies Lester Moore. Four slugs from a .44. No Les, no more.

Hedemark (1949-2001) – See You Soon

He didn't believe in God; And when he did, they argued.

This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

Shall all we die? We shall die all. All die shall we? Die all we shall.

Here lies within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; who thought no song was like a psalm, no music like a knell.

Sweet Leota Beloved by All In Regions Beyond Now But Having a Ball

Posterity will ne'er survey – A nobler grave than this: – Here lies the bones of Castlereagh: – Stop, traveller, and piss.

She was in health at 11.30 A. M. – And left for Heaven at 3.30 P. M.

Ma Dyed [sic]

I started out in life with the idea, that the world had an opening for me. And it did.

Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes, My fate a useful moral teaches; The hole in which my body lies Would not contain one half my speeches

The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

Here lies old twenty five per cent. The more he had the more he lent. The more he had the more he craved, great God, can his poor soul be saved?

Here lies the worst king and the most miserable man in the kingdom.