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

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Peace to his hashes.

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He died in bed.

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An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

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Here I lie, snuck as a bug in a rug – Two rows down in same cemetery – Here I lie, snugger than that other bugger

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Here lies Donnie Cornwell, good and dead. In an extra large coffin to fit his extra large head.

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Been Here: Now Gone: Had a Good Time.

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For a good time, dig.

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Here lies interr'd a man o' micht, they ca'd him Malcolm Downie; he lost his life ae market night, by fa'ing aff his pownie. [pony] Aged 37 Years.

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If Heaven be pleased when sinners cease to sin, if Hell be pleased when sinners enter in, if Earth be pleased when ridded of a knave, then all are pleased for Coleman’s in his grave.

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OOPS!, he died – Love from us your father, Tom jr. and Mary

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Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d…l.

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Moses White. His grand excellence was that he was genuine.

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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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I knew if I stayed around long enough, something like this would happen

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Here Delia's buried at fourscore; When young, a lewd rapacious Whore, Vain and expensive; but when old, A pious, sordid, drunken Scold.

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Here lies Lotta Dust.

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Here lieth the body of my lovely dear wife Anne, who plays the poker machines whenever she can.

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G. Winch, the brewer, lies buried here. In life he was both hale and stout. Death brought him to his bitter bier. Now in heaven he hops about.

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He got a fish-bone in his throat and then he sang an angel's note.

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… With patience wait perforce to die And in a short time you'll come to I.

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