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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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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 lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

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Martha and I together lived – Just two years and a half; – She went first, and I followed after – the cow before the calf.

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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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The children of Israel wanted bread and the Lord sent them manna. Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, and the Devil sent him Anna.

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Fear God, keep His Commandments, Don't attempt to climb up in a tree That's what caused the death of me!

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of wounds, but the other was drownded.

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

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Poor Martha Snell, she's gone away. She would if she could, but she could not stay; she'd two bad legs, and a baddish cough, but her legs it was that carried her off.

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Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

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She loved me and my grandchildren reverenced her. She bathed my feet and kept my socks well darned.

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, the Wife of Hall Dickie, tailor

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Sacred to the memory of William Skaradon who came to his death by being shot with a Colts revolver, one of the old kind brass mounted and of such is the kingdom of heaven.

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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Longest Live Burial World Record Attempt.

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