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

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School is out. Teacher Has gone home

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Here lies my wife, poor Molly, let her lie, she finds repose at last, and so do I.

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Ope'd my eyes took a peep. Didn't like it went back to sleep.

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Struck by thunder.

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A Man.

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“Don’t Try”

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John Summer – An English Teacher who Could not only Spell the word "Epitaph" correctly, But also knew what it means.

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To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu. Born 15 September 1822. Accidentally shot 4th April 1844. As a mark of affection from his brother

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I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

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Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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This Empty Urn is Sacred to the Memory of John Revere Who Died Abroad in Finistere: If He Had Lived He Would Have Been Buried Here.

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Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

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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

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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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Here lies Lotta Dust.

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A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

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Of pneumonia supervening consumption complicated with other diseases, the main symptoms of which was insanity.

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Entombed within this vault a lawyer lies, who, fame assureth us was just and wise, an able advocate and honest too; that's wondrous strange, indeed, if it be true.

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The dust of Melantha Gribbling, swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

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