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Beneath this stone now dead to grief Lies Grid the famous Wokag chief. Pause here and think you learned prig, This man was once an Indian big. Consider this, ye lowly one, this man was once a big in-jun. Now he lies here, you too must rot, as sure as pig shall go to pot.

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Here lies Andrew – The quality of his armor was not assured

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She drank good ale, good punch and wine and lived to the age of 99.

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Here into the dust, the mouldering crust, of Eleanour Bachelour's shoven; well versed in the arts of pies, custards, and tarts. And the lucrative skill of the oven. When she lived long enough, she made her last puff, a puff by her husband much praised, now here she doth lie and makes a dirt pie, in hopes that her crust shall be raised.

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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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Here's to Johnny quite a guy. Very sad he had to die. All was well could not be better, Till he wrote my girl a letter.

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

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Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery free, 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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A Funny Thing Happened

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Buried here beneath this clay lies gardener John Arbothnaut Jay. Now in his simpeternal home, a constant source of high-grade loam.

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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 beneath this pile of stones – Lies all thats left of Sally Jones. – Her name was Lord, it was not Jones, – But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.

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Here lies the body of Martha Dias, who was always uneasy, and not over pious; she lived to the age of three score and ten, and gave that to the worms she refused to the men.

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Tabitha wife of Moses Fledger Aged 55 – We shall miss thee, mother (Job printing neatly done.)

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Alass Frend Joseph, His End was Almost Sudden, as thou the mandate came express from heaven his foot it slip and he did fall help, help he cries & that was all.

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Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

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No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

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I will NOT be right back after this message.

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Rebecca Freeland, 1741 – She drank good ale, good punch and wine, and lived to the age of 99.

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This spot is the sweetest I've seen in my life, For it raises many flowers and covers my wife.

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Was suddenly killed at early dawn, July 4th, 1842, by the explosion of a small canon, aged 15 years

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