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Smart Humorous, Irreverent Tormented – Justin Arthur Frank, M.D. March 22, 1908 – January 20, 1986

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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Here lies a man that was Knott born, His father was Knott before him, He lived Knott, and did Knott die, Yet underneath this stone doth lie.

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H. L. Mencken 1880 – 1956 – If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl

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An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

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In Memory of Jacob, third son of Capt. Jacob Rice, died May 7, 1818 Et. 9 yrs. – His death was occasioned by the fall of a dung fork, one tine penetrating his brain.

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

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

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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Excuse Me

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

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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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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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Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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She was never meant to be understood, just loved.

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To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went.

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His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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Here lies George Johnson, He was right, We was wrong, But we strung him up, And now he's gone

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Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

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

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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