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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

Richard Kell Munson (1924-2004) Lovingly Known As Doctor Dick

One Errant Female Has Fun – The Ornament of Her Generation – Beautiful. Witty. Brilliant. Talented. Elegant. Charming. Frugal and Modest. – Erected By Herself

Called Back.

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

Louise. – The Unfortunate.

The body of Benjamin Franklin, printer like the coyer of an old book its contents torn out and stripped of its lettering and gilding, lies here food for worms. – Yet the work itself shall not be lost for it will, as he believed, appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition corrected and amended by the author.

A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

Although this stone may moulder into dust, yet Joseph Moodey's name continue must

Haine haint

Here lies an honest lawyer – and that is Strange.

Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

Here lies my poor wife, much lamented, She is happy and I am contented.

I made an ash of myself

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

She lived a life of virtue and died of the cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in hope of a blessed immortality.

Stop, reader, pray and read my gate. What caused my life to terminate. For thieves by night when in my bed Broke in my house and shot me dead.

I thought my doctor said I was heading for a rave.

Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone – Sleeps Master John Gill; – By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, – And now that he's dead he lies still.

Curiosity did not kill this cat.

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