Author: Epitaph Page 29

Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

Never born, Never died: visited the planet earth between December 11, 1931 and, January 19, 1990.

Once I wasn't – then I was. Now I ain't again.

Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.

He died in bed.

This stone was raised by Frieda's Lord, not Frieda's virtues to record, for they are known to all the town. This stone was raised to keep her down.

I am woman here me roar. And boy did she.

Here lies within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; who thought no song was like a psalm, no music like a knell.

Don’t Talk So Damn Dumb

Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

Here lie the bones of Joseph Jones who ate while he was able. But once overfed, he dropt down dead and fell beneath the table. When from the tomb, to meet his doom, he arises amidst sinners. Since he must dwell in heaven or hell, take him – whichever gives the best dinners.

Learn the living from the dead, how easy breaks life's tender thread

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

Here lies Estella – Who transported a large fortune to heaven, in acts of charity, and has gone thither to enjoy it.

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

Here lies the body of our Anna, Done to death by a banana. It wasn't the fruit that laid her low, But the skin of the thing that made her go.