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Here into the dust, the mouldering crust, of Eleanour Bachelour's shoven; well versed in the arts of pies, custards, and tarts. And the lucrative skill of the oven. When she lived long enough, she made her last puff, a puff by her husband much praised, now here she doth lie and makes a dirt pie, in hopes that her crust shall be raised.

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This Ain’t Bad _____ Once You Get Used To It

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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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Here lies Sir John Guise: No one laughs, no one cries: Where he's gone, and how he fares, No one knows, and no one cares.

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These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

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

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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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Jack Lemmon In…

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

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Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit, The wife of Deacon Amos Shute. She died of drinking too much coffee, Anno Dominy eighteen forty

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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Sweet Leota Beloved by All In Regions Beyond Now But Having a Ball

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This is on me.

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Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

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Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone – Sleeps Master John Gill; – By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, – And now that he's dead he lies still.

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'Gone fishing', the sign said that hung upon the door. An Angel had put it there, God Was waiting on the shore.

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

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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.

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Leslie Nielsen (1926 – 2010) “Let ‘er rip”

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Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

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Here Lies Good Old Fred – A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head – R.I.P.

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