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Here lies the body of William Beck – He was thrown at a hunt and broke his neck.

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Here lies Ned. There is nothing more to be said, because we like to speak well of the dead. I came into this world without my consent, and left in the same manner.

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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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Jonathan Grober died dead sober. Lord thy wonders never cease.

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Here lies Charles. Had six guns Needed seven. Now he is in heaven

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

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I Made Some Good Deals and I Made Some Bad Ones. I Really Went in the Hole With This One.

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Beneath this silent tomb is laid, a noisy antiquated maid, who from her cradle talked till death, and ne'er before was out of breath.

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When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

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Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.

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Here lies the body of Edward Hyde. We laid him here because he died.

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This is to the memory of Ellen Hill, a woman who would always have her will. She snubbed her husband but she made good bread. Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s dead. She whipped her children and she drank her gin, whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in. May all such women go to some great fold, where they through all eternity may scold.

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Two great physicians first, my Loving husband tried, to cure my pain, in vain. At last he got a third, and then I died.

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Here lies Arnel. ‘You should see the other guy.’

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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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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.

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Here lies my wife in earthy mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! wake her not, for now she’s still; she had, but now I have my will.

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Haine haint

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Although this stone may moulder into dust, yet Joseph Moodey's name continue must

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Behold! I come as a thief. – Death loves a shining mark. – In this case he had it.

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Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

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