Author: Epitaph Page 26

Shot in the back by a dirty rat

Don't worry, I'm merely catching up with sleep.

Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

Called Back.

He got a fish bone in his throat – And then he sang an angel's note.

Hooray my brave boys let's rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived he would have buried us all.

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WILLIAM WILSON – Here Lieth W.W., who never more will, trouble you, trouble you.

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.

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

Here lies Fuller's earth.

Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

Here lies England's premier baron, – Patiently awaiting the last trump.

Two great physicians first, my Loving husband tried, to cure my pain, in vain. At last he got a third, and then I died.

I Was Supposed To Live To Be 102 and Be Shot By A Jealous Husband

Pray, reader, stop, and read my fate, – What caused my life to terminate; – For thieves one night, when in my bed, – Broke in my house and shot me dead.

We must all die there is no doubt – Your glass is running… mine is out

He got a fish-bone in his throat and then he sang an angel's note.

A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

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

He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair