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John Palfryman who is buried here, was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies, likewise his father when he dies.

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

Dear God, Thanks

Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor who purged but didn't call the doctor: she couldn't stay, she had to go praise God from whom all blessings flow.

Ruth and Johnny, Side by side, Went out for an auto ride, They hit a bump. Ruth hit a tree, And John kept going – Ruthlessly.

Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

Here I lie, my name is Ball, I lived, I died, despised by all; and now I cannot chew my crust, I'm gone back to my ancient dust.

DOUBT – Martha Mae “Take the back roads!” • Bill – “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”

“I’m just resting my eyes”

Here lies Clyde – Whose life was full – Until he tried – To milk a bull.

He who dies with the most toys wins

Here lies Scott Jacobson – Who came upon an evil lich, he didn't even think to run, and ended up in this ditch

Who lies here ? — Who do you think? 'Tis poor Will Gibson — give him a drink. Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why, when he was living, he always was dry.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest, by all their country's wishes blest, they sleep not in their regimentals. Such things being here not deemed essentials.

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

He lived and died by suicide

Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

School is out. Teacher Has gone home

A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.