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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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Wherever you be, let your wind go free. For holding it in, was the killing of me.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

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And this is all that’s left of thee , thou fairest of earth’s daughters. Only four pounds of ashes white, out of two hundred and three quarters.

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Here lies the body of Mary Ann Lowder. She burst while drinking a Seidlitz powder. Called from this world to her heavenly rest, she should have waited till it effervesced.

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

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The body that lies buried here – By lightning fell, death's sacrifice, – To him Elijah's fate was given – He rode on flames of fire to heaven.

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Here lies Groucho Marx and Lies and Lies and Lies

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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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Sacred to twins Charlie and Varlie. Sons of loving parents who died in infancy.

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Here lies one that once was born and cried, Lived several years — and then he died

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“Here lies my wife in earthy mold, Who when she died and naught but scold. Good friends go softly in your walking lest she should wake and rise up talking”

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Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, Sept. 18, 18__. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.

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Our life is but a summer's day: Some only breakfast, and away; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed; The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large his account who lingers out the day; Who goes the soonest, has the least to pay.

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He was a man of invention great – Above all who he lived nigh; – But he could not invent to live – When God called him to die.

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The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

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Shall all we die? We shall die all. All die shall we? Die all we shall.

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Brigham Young – born on this spot 1801 – a man of much courage and superb equipment.

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Underneath this ancient pew, lie the remains of Jonathan Blue; his name was Black, but that wouldn't do.

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

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Here lies the body of Hannah Thurber. Once she talked none could curb her. Three husbands had she; all are dead. They died of earache, so ‘tis said!

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